The school Christmas concert is on in the town hall tonight and Dale has a big part in it. When they pull back the curtain on the stage and fourteen kids stand there holding pieces of cardboard with block letters spelling the words â€œMerry Christmasâ€, he is going to be the letter M. He is also Joseph in the crib scene. His mother has made him a headpiece from an old orange dishtowel. He has a fake brown beard, and sandals borrowed especially for the concert from his cousin in Saskatoon
Miss Melanson, the principal, has overseen three weeks of happy rehearsals. She stands five feet eleven. The scent of her perfume sets fire to your nostrils and catches in your throat. Her hair is a shoe polish black but white at the roots, and she wears framed glasses with thick lenses that magnify her eyes in such a way that any student who catches her stern gaze freezes like rabbit in the headlights. The awe inspired by Miss Melansonâ€™s presence, however, does not prevent students from poking fun behind her back. Her Christian names are Mary and Theresa â€” Mary Theresa Melanson. She signs report cards and notes home with the initials M.T., letters that loop and flow on the page. M. T. Melanson. So the students call Empty. Empty Melanson.
Miss Melansonâ€™s Christmas program has a little bit of everything. There are carols sung by a thin-voiced childrenâ€™s choir; actually, itâ€™s mostly a girlsâ€™ choir because even fear of Miss Melanson doesnâ€™t move boys over ten years of age to sing. Then there are the dramas. Miss Melanson has produced a coup this year with Dickensâ€™s Christmas Carol because a girl who has a bone disease and actually wears a leg brace is playing Tiny Tim. Then thereâ€™s the crib scene which involves every child in the primary grades, with many of them being shepherds and others sheep.Read More