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The Best Christmas Present

 The morning of the last online class day before Christmas break I usually let my students choose fun activity. They can choose creative writing, Christmas carol around the school, or play games. One year a group of kids picked caroling and two of the boys performed this for the stoic Math teacher. They even had a sweet beat they played on the lockers for it.


This year with online learning, it was hard to imagine how we would carol. But have no fear, the kids figured it out. By conspiring with classmates, they got the meeting code to crash another class. My class went to Spanish and sang Feliz Navidad (badly, and I mean badly). Then we just stayed and played the Kahoot that class was playing and that was super fun.

Then in my last class of the day, the boys from last year performed a dramatic poem that was imaginative and fun and a little strange, and dang, do I love to know someone's strange. I feel like it's a reflection of belonging when someone can let their weird spread out around you. 

When the boys were done with their poem, I told them that nothing could ever top them singing Santa's My Boyfriend. Then I had an epiphany that they still might have that teacher later in the day. So I was like, "the best Christmas present ever would be if you serenaded him and video taped it and sent it to me!"

AND THEY DID.

Merry Christmas to you and yours. I hope someone gets you the best present ever and that you spend time somewhere you belong so much so that you let your weird spread out.

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