So Christmas is over for another year. It was a fun one in our house. Lots of presents. Lots of naughty food. Not so much t.v, as this years offerings seemed rather stale for the most.
J seemed happy with his presents. I say this, as he opened the first one, a DVD, and promptly went to his room to watch it. The remaining presents were opened by him throughout the course of the day, with each one being taken off to his room, watched or played with, and then returning to open the next.
J's Christmas production at his school was, as usual, beautiful. The dedication of the staff is inspiring.
The hall was packed with proud parents.
Each class (consisting of around 5-8 students per class) performed a short piece. Dancing to music which was written for Christmas time was the favourite.
The warmth in that hall, from all the beaming parents, gave a sense of being cocooned in a world where our children were not perceived as different, or as being odd. There are immense emotions you feel as you watch your child perform. The hearty clapping you give to each and every child who has taken part, even if it was just to stand up there in front of us all, is genuine and heartfelt.
For J, he has no cognitive understanding of what Christmas means. Father Christmas/Santa holds no excitement for him. There is no endless list writing for gifts. The religious aspect, and of course the true meaning of Christmas, is not understood by him.
For him, Christmas is a time where he can eat more chocolate than usual, not have to go to school for two weeks, and find presents that are in his latest field of interest.
I think if he could talk, he would say that this makes for a very good Christmas for him!
