One of the highlights of the season thus far has been attending the little lady and man's Christmas programs and festive classroom parties. It is impossible for me to sit through any sort of children's program without shedding a few tears, and now that I am privileged to be watching my own children participate in sharing the great news of the Gospel through merry song and playful finger plays, the tears came the moment they hit the stage, standing tall, bright-eyed, and doing their very best to be ever so still. How beautiful it is to hear the voices of children, strong and pure, as they sing the great carols of old.
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True to form, the little man belted out the words he knew, refrained from performing any hand motions or simple choreography, smiled bashfully, and very subtly unbuttoned his Christmas plaid to reveal his favorite undershirt just before the performance was over.
The little lady, the consummate performer, beamed as she sang each note, keeping her eyes fixed upon her teacher, head held high, appreciating the magic of the moment, as her family members looked on, captivated.
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