Every year at school about this time, I remember a teacher who was a guest presenter at my multicultural education class at BYU. He was a Jewish man teaching at an elementary school in Salt Lake City. He talked to us about his culture a bit and then he told us that his classroom was the only one that was calm in December.
I do it to myself, in other words.
I have an advent calendar and Christmas activities and Christmas read alouds and Christmas school work. For example, yesterday they were drawing Santa's village based on the different given areas of the buildings. We did a word search for Christmas words of different syllable types. We did a Christmas song mad libs.
And they are all acting like insane lunatics.
I can't be like the Jewish teacher who visited my class, though. I am grateful for the birth of Jesus Christ and I think that it is worth celebrating. Even though my desire for sharing love and joy and light with them usually results in chaos, I can't not do it.
And, when you think about it, maybe feeling deliriously, hysterically happy is the appropriate reaction.
Unto us a Son is given!
1 comment:
I love it, Thelma. I'm glad you want to celebrate Jesus Christ.
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