‘Tis the Season for Not Caring*
(To be sung to the tune of Deck the Halls, obviously, but make it the Wednesday night drunken Karaoke version.)
Deck the halls with rows of selfies.
Tra-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Clear the sculptures from the shelfies.
Tra-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Don we now our clay apparel
Tra-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.
Wash those tables ’til they’re sterile
Tra-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.
See the glazing crawl before us.
Tra-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Strike a wound and hold back a cuss.
Tra-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Wallow deep in worried horror.
Tra-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.
While we cringe at all the error.
Tra-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Fast the days and weeks they pass us.
Tra-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Hail your clay work, lads and lasses
Tra-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Sing we joyous, all together.
Tra-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.
Now you a gift for your mother.
Tra-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
True story: This afternoon a teacher was picking her class up, when she asked to speak with me in the hall, privately. My mind was whirling, running down the list of possible suspects she wanted to discuss. Instead, she secretively asked me, “Will we be finishing anything up soon that we can wrap up as gifts.” “Ummm…” I responded, “no.” “Oh, well, I hate having the kids make something. I guess I’ll figure it out. Maybe you can for Mother’s Day.”
Yeah, I’ll get right on that.
In case you missed it the first time around, 2011’s Holiday Carol.
*What’s that? It’s the day before Thanksgiving and 8 students are absent? Whatever, game day! What’s that? There’s a concert on Thursday morning and another one at the same time next week? Whatever, guess we’ll finish our work after break. What’s that? The students are super squirrely and can’t contain themselves? Whatever, free choice day! What’s that? You’re crunched for time and want me to have the students make a holiday gift? Yeah, no, I don’t care, it’s not happening.
