This morning was like any other.
It started out well.
Twenty-one four year old children arrived at school wearing their finest holiday attire.
They were buzzing with excitement.
They were going to perform in a Christmas Program hosted by the Council on Aging.
They had each made a Santa hat out of construction paper.
Complete with cotton trim and possibly way too much glue.
They all looked quite festive.
Transportation had been arranged to get all the children to the hotel in a timely manner.
It took careful planning but everyone arrived safe and sound.
Upon entering the lobby, you could hear the excitement of the children.
They eagerly anticipated their turn "on stage".
Imagine our surprise when we were told that the program had been moved to a different day entirely.
We had prepared for an event that would not happen.
We had dressed up unnecessarily.
Parents took off work for no reason at all.
All because a simple phone call was never made.
Communication was forgotten.
Thank goodness our children will never know what might have been.
Instead we lined them up in the foyer.
The pianist hummed the tune and I, the music teacher, led those sweet children in Christmas music.
They sang their little hearts out to seven songs of the season.
The audience consisted only of parents, employees of the hotel, and a few overnight guests.
They clapped and cheered as if there were hundreds.
The children were so proud.
They smiled and bowed.
They had worked so hard.
This morning I felt the Christmas spirit.
And I saw it on the faces of 21 precious angels.