Elementary school teachers don’t celebrate holidays right. At Thanksgiving, we sang Albuquerque Turkey, a song which told us a pet turkey was better than a dog. During that lyric, I’d close my mouth up tight. No one was about to convince me some turkey was better than my basset hound. Christmas was even worse. Mr. A dared to read The Night Before Christmas. Didn’t he understand that this story is only read on Christmas Eve? I closed my ears and pushed his words out of my brain - anything to stop the sound of Mr. A’s voice reading those sacred words.
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