Skip to main content

That Second Grade Christmas Show

 


The first time I stepped on stage, it was a Christmas show. I was in second grade. I don’t remember the name of the show, but the basic premise was that there was a Santa’s helper, an elf, I assume. This elf boy was always getting in trouble, not because he was bad, just because he messed things up. The last mess-up is when he feeds the reindeer candy. The reindeer all get fat and can no longer fly. I was a reindeer. I was Prancer. The elf boy then redeems himself by inventing a reducing machine. He puts each of the reindeer through it and thus is able to save Christmas.

I don’t remember the rehearsal process. It couldn’t have been much for me; I didn’t have any lines. But I remember I was called to the office because somebody decided I would be the model for the reindeer costume. I was standing there in a side office being fitted and pinned, when someone else was called into the office. This boy was not being fitted for a costume. He was there because he was in trouble. I don’t remember what it was this boy was supposed to have done, but I remember the principal talking to him. I could hear everything. The principal got out a big wooden paddle and explained to the boy what would happen to him if he did it again. The boy who was normally calm and cool, and was reduced to tears. I felt pretty low myself, like I wished to be anywhere other than here. At least he didn’t actually get paddled. The costume person kept working on me as if nothing had happened. I could do nothing but stand there and be sewn into a reindeer suit. It kind of put a damper on the whole Christmas play thing for me. But the play must go on.

We had a dress rehearsal/performance for our fellow school kids, and then an evening performance for parents and anybody else. When the other reindeer and myself were supposed to be fat, somebody inflated balloons in our costume bellies. The balloons were tied off with an ingenious string device that we could simply pull and deflate the balloons while we were in the “reducing machine” (a big box). We discovered during the early performance for the school kids that the ingenious string device didn’t work very well. Most of the kids, including me, could not get their balloons to deflate. Our teacher, Mrs. Jones, ran across the stage (to great laughter and glee from the student audience) and into the machine/box to help us deflate our balloons. The audience may have been laughing, but Mrs. Jones was not amused. Maybe they should have tested this device first, but what do I know?

A new plan was hastily devised for the evening performance. Inside the reducing machine would be a pin. We would simply pop the balloons. This caused me a bit of anxiety as my seven-year-old self had a fear of popping balloons, let alone a balloon popping right next to my body. But then, everyone else was doing it so I did it. I got through it. This time we got laughs when the audience heard the balloons popping. Come to think of it, they laughed when they saw us all as fat reindeer too. I suspect we looked more like pregnant reindeer.

I guess the show was a success. My babysitter, a seventy-year-old German woman, saw the show and said I was a brilliant Prancer. So, I must have been.

Star Liner

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Retired

  I retired this week. So, big lifestyle changes for me? Not so much. I retired on Thursday. My office had an amazing party for me on Wednesday, lots of food, lots of cards, lots of personal connections. Gifts too, I wish I had told them, no gifts. I really don’t need anything. But all this does make one feel appreciated. It also makes me feel appreciated that they want me to come back on a contractual basis every now and then to impart my institutional knowledge. It is always the case when someone retires, knowledge is lost to the organization. Things have to be relearned by the next generation. This is somewhat offset by the fact that the world is changing through advancing technology etc. So, the knowledge that the retiring person has might eventually become obsolete anyway. Better to go out while you are still on top. We have all seen professional athletes who stayed on well beyond their prime. It would have been better to go out while still on top. But it is a hard thing to ...
Post a Comment
Read more

All That We See or Seem by Ken Liu

My first experience with cyberpunk as a genre of science fiction was Neuromancer by William Gibson. Neuromancer was one of the early works that defined the cyberpunk genre. It was insanely influential. It won the Hugo Award, the Nebula Award, the Philip K. Dick Award. But for me, it just did not resonate. I had a hard time visualizing the concepts. It left a bad taste in my mouth for cyberpunk. I mostly avoided the genre. Then a couple of years ago I read Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson which is cyberpunk (although some people say it is a parody of cyberpunk). Whatever, I liked it. I recently picked up All That We See or Seem by Ken Liu and it immediately became apparent to me that this was cyberpunk. Julia Z is the main character, and I think this is going to be the start of a series following her. She is a hacker (hence cyberpunk). She has got herself in trouble and so she lives on the margins, barely making it. Then a lawyer asks her for her help. His wife has been kidnapped. The ...
Post a Comment
Read more

Darkness

  There was a moment when I discovered that l liked dark music. I do like dark music. I like minor keys and a haunting theme. I like other kinds of music too, but that darkness speaks to me in a special way. What does that say about me? Am I messed up? I don’t think so. Maybe I am just built that way that haunting tunes or lyrics imparts some inner truth to me. It resonates. I know precisely when I discovered this about myself. It was Summer of 1971. I was 12 years old. I was on a plane with my family heading to Illinois. Airplanes back then did not have much in the way of entertainment, but what they did have were headphones and music channels you could listen to. I was listening to a channel of popular current hits, and a song came on called “That’s the Way I Always Heard it Should Be” by Carly Simon. I had never heard of Carly Simon. This was before “Anticipation” and “You’re so Vain.” She was not yet famous. But this song came on and, I don’t know, it did something to me. It...
Post a Comment
Read more