It's that time of year again... Time for the school Christmas concerts and programs. (I refuse to refer to them as Winter Concerts. Christmas is alive and well, and I'm not giving in to the political correctness of shunning my Savior!)
So, as the concert week began, I suddenly paused long enough to realize that I have not one, not two, or even three, but FOUR concerts this year. What's that? Did I hear a gasp? Those of you who have sat through screeching clarinets and violins will sympathize. Before you put me on the ballot for worst mom of the year for even thinking this way, please hear me out.
As I was envisioning four concerts squeezed into a busy work week, something suddenly dawned on me. Kings and Queens would hire musicians and court jesters to entertain them. Hmmm.... Think about it. I have three evenings and one afternoon of musicians, along with some court jesters thrown in, especially in the Kindergarten and first grade musical troupes, whom have spent hours and hours preparing their concerts for the Court.
I am honored,
for I am the
Queen
in this scenario.
Thank you, my dear musicians. Your entertainment blesses my soul, and helps us all to take a moment to sit back, to breathe, and to relish the joyful noise that is played and sung for the Savior's birth.
One more thing...
Long live the Queen!