I’m going to whisper this as it’s not yet December, but- sssh – Christmas is fast approaching!
Never was a clearer sign that the season of goodwill was on its way than the Little Monster sharing with us his (alternative rock) version of Little Donkey whilst sporting his big sisters red furry ear muffs.
For all the joviality with the fetching head gear and the Christmas songs, practised religiously on a daily basis in nursery, there have been a few sombre moments in our household this week.
You see, the parts have been allocated for this years’ Nativity.
Now, the Little Princess has always had her sights set on stardom. Her ‘acting career’ began aged four on the stage at the local school just along the road from nursery, where she featured as an Angel, complete with tinsel halo and tin foil covered wings. The following year – gasp – MARY! She exaggerated her part somewhat with some very enthusiastic dancing along to the ‘donkey plodding’ song that generated the requisite sniggering from some parents, but boy was she cute.
Her brother however, doesn’t have the same designs on being the centre of attention. I knew it was unlikely that the part of Joseph would be coming his way, but imagine my surprise when it was announced that the Little Monster was allocated the part of a King!
Not a bad part at all. As the Princess reminded him you get to give gifts to the baby Jesus.
“Don’t wanna give gifts” he grumbled.
Asda has a cool purple King costume in their Christmas dress up aisle……
“Don’t like purple. Don’t wanna be a king” he sniffed.
“I wanna be a donkey. Or a cow.”
“I. WANT. TO. BE. A. COW!”
There was no talking him round. No cajoling him into changing his mind “Go on, sing us the King song.”
It’s a cow or nothing.
The nursery team were ever so understanding.
Happy to support the character changes.
A donkey got promoted too.
And us? We’ll be front row, tissues at the ready just like every other year, waiting for our little star to make his big appearance.