The Christmas Cow

Yesterday was Martin's Preschool Christmas Program and the teacher Rita Lyons mentioned that every child picked there roll and was surprised at some of there choices and other fit perfectly into their rolls. As the kids came out first were the Angles and looking at the kids I noticed Martin wasn't in that group. Next came the animal and to my surprise Martin was the Christmas cow dressed in the cow costume with the mask over his face. Next came the queens,the wise men and Martin's friend Nathaniel was a wise man and than came Mary, Joseph and the doll baby Jesus.
They sang and each read lines and Martin did really well. Though out the program he would pull the mask over his face and than push it up and down. He also enjoyed watching himself on the TV screen (For the parents.) During the programs the kids each made a gift for their parents. In ture Martin fashion he was unable to find his gift but with help of a "Pretty Girl" he found mom's but not dad's. He wasn't upset he sweetly gave me my gift and went back to his spot to finish the program. (Just got a call from Rita and they found Martin's gift for his dad. One of the girls had moved it trying to help out. Rita said she has A LOTS of helps. :))
At the very end of the program Santa came and asked each of the kids what they would like for Christmas. I was holding my breathe because you never know what Martin is going to say. The last time he ask Santa for a remote control car, video game and new shoes. I was really hoping he wasn't going to ask for new shoes. Again in true Martin fashion he asked for a remote control car and than Santa gave each of the kids a gift. (Book with stuff toy)
I was so very proud of Martin and how well behaved and how clearly he said his line. I think his costume was a bit of a distraction for him but none the less he was so cutie and I was very proud of him.



I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. ~Charles Dickens

Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time. ~Laura Ingalls Wilder