The big, cold church 2013

Every year the juniors/ key stage 2/ whatever you want to call them at our school do a Christmas concert/ performance atย the big cold church. This year was my daughter’s first time and she was really looking forward to it. Her brothers had done their best to dampen her spirits – telling her how many hours she would be stuck indoors, how there was no space to run around, how she would have her lunch lateโ€ฆ Undeterred, she had taken everything on board about the day and was fully prepared, even asking for two bananas for her lunch – because they’d been told to eat plenty of food in general and more fruit specifically. This being the girl who hardly manages two bananas in a week.

Tradition dictates that I arrive just before the concert starts, park miles away, step in a muddy puddle in the dark and rain, then burst into the church so that everyone stares at me and struggle to find a seat. But this year the Work-Life Balance Gods did smile upon me and they did decree that I would spend a rare day working out of the office which would mean that I could both arrive on time AND take my own children there, rather than rely on my long-suffering parents.

But arriving within the allotted time-frame is no guarantee of a closer parking space or a decent seat. There was only me on my own, surely I would find a lone seat near the front? No I wouldn’t. I found a seat on the right, quite a long way back with a lovely obscured view. Every year I swear I will take the afternoon off work specifically to prevent this happening and every year I don’t.

The concert is a mix of music, readings and singing. There are some whole-school songs, some individual class songs and some carols the audience are supposed to join in with.

The kids sit stacked up so you can see the year 5s and 6s clearly. If your daughter is in year 3 and sat on the floor, you can’t see her as well. But my son gave me some lovely grins and when my daughter stood up I could see her pretty well.

It was lovely, after six years of these concerts, to finally see one of my kids actually open their mouth to sing and actually smile and look like they were enjoying themselves. She was positively beaming right at me. During the instrumental break in the year 3 song, she also took the opportunity to pull a series of comedy faces, purely for my amusement.

We were given specific instructions by the head not to put any photos on social media. Believe me, I could quite safely have put my photos on social media because they were DREADFUL. It was impossible to make out any children, so I gave up on that.


I couldn’t see my son at all playing Ode to Joy on his guitar with the music group and I couldn’t see him in the year 5 song either. He was as far to the left as possible and at the back, obscured by Santa hats and a woman who moved to take clearer photos of her own daughter. Thanks for that. I experimented with half squatting behind a pillar for a better view, but it mainly just gave me leg ache.

The choir sang Mary’s Boy Child and all I could see was the top of my daughter’s little shiny head. But at least I knew for definite it was HER shiny head. And every now and then she would stretch up and crane her neck just so I could get a glimpse of her glasses.

This year the whole of year 3 is learning violin for a term (my daughter is also doing lessons separately), so her class played a little tune on the violin, which was sweet, but a bit squeaky, as you cam imagine.

The kids were less than enthusiastic about the ‘real’ carols which the adults joined in on. Until some year 6 girls suddenly decided to do a particularly loud ‘Oh come let us adore him’ which seemed to get everyone animated. It wasn’t even the third ‘Oh come’, it was the second one so it technically shouldn’t have even been that loud. And I reckon the words were the wrong way round in the second verse of Oh Little Town of Bethlehem.


The whole thing was finished off with a couple of very rousing songs by the whole school, including Rudolph Rumpus, a totally hyped-up version of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, which had everyone smiling and laughing, even the year 6s. And if you’ve ever had the pleasure to know a year 6, you will know this is a really big deal.

And so we went home, stepped in a puddle as we got in the car, and the kids moaned about the lack of space, how long they were in the church and the disgusting toilets. And this time next year, we’ll do it all over again!

Author: Sarah Mummy

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  1. The whole of my children’s primary school go to their tiny village church to perform a carol concert and they do an afternoon one, which was Tuesday and an evening on, which is tonight. We always squeeze in and I am now on the PTA so I manage to get there really early but as I am selling raffle tickets or serving coffee, never get a seat at all! It is one of my favorite events of the year even though my feet are killing by the end of it!!!

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  2. This is a lovely and funny post Sarah. It’s reminded me of my school days and Christmas services in the big cathedral, where my toes and fingers would literally be numb by the end. How wonderful that this service even got the Y6 smiling!! xx

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  3. I remember this well! I was usually able to see only one daughter and used to pretend that they’d both been completely awesome. Only another 12 months until you get to do it all over again!

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  4. Ha ha I love the sentiment behind this – it’s clearly a long upheld tradition which no one really enjoys – aren’t the best ones always that way?! But now you’ve finally found someone who seems to love it! I would expect nothing less of your daughter, who I feel as though I no know through reading your blog ๐Ÿ™‚

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  5. What a lovely, well-written post. I love the puddle detail at the end. ๐Ÿ™‚ I’m so looking forward to seeing my kids in concerts and plays when they’re older.

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  6. Great images from your writing of squeaky violins, puddles and half squatting! Despite it all sounds like it’s a special Christmas tradition that you’ll all remember in later years.

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  7. This made me laugh – I always hope that the children see me when they are filing in or out and then I can rest easy knowing they know I am there! And that’s all that matters really.

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  8. Thanks very much, everyone!
    Glad the craning of necks and struggling to see your child seems to affect everyone!
    Like the idea of performances on two separate days, Kizzy, that takes some of the pressure off.
    Glad you feel you know my daughter through the blog, Suzanne! Any sort of performing is right up her street ๐Ÿ™‚

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  9. Since moving to our new school the children do not do their school plays in a church, they do it in a over crowded hall, with the heating full blast and left me very tired dreaming for a drink of water, ha.Thanks for sharing with us at the weekend blog hop ๐Ÿ™‚

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  10. An overcrowded hall with the heating on full blast doesn’t sound great either! Always a pleasure to join you at the weekend blog hop, Claire. Thanks very much.

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  11. It seems that the tale of the Christmas nativity has always been such – and long may the tradition continue!! ๐Ÿ˜‰ Thank you for supporting PoCoLo this year x

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  12. Thanks very much, Victoria! Have loved taking part in PoCoLo this year. Thanks for all you do to support and promote other blogs ๐Ÿ™‚ x

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