siempre navidad.

That's the name of our Christmas program. It's seemed a fun project at the onset, but now I'm pulling my hair out wishing it would be over and done with.

Each class has to learn a dance (Some grades are divided into two groups, girls and boys.), and I had to of course take on fourth grade, and Jacki and I tackled the eighth grade girls together. Now the eighth graders had a cute 80s aerobics number to a song called "Gloria," but while the rest of the school is doing disco, sock hop, and the hula, my poor fourth graders have to dance a polka number to the hokiest medley of "Home for Christmas" and "O, Christmas Tree" that you've ever heard. They cried when I first showed them their number.

To add to my kids' misery, we've been practicing every single day, and Wednesday and Friday were three- and four-hour practices at the church we're using as a venue. The worst is yet to come. Monday we have to be at the church from 7:20am until the Christmas program ends, and it is scheduled to start at 7:00pm. Then we have to teach regular classes the following morning.

Needless to say I'm not really looking forward to that. But if I look on the bright side, I'll be home for Christmas in a week.