To be or not to be


At the end-of-term gathering in
school the kids were singing
Christmas carols, some dressed up as
Santa Claus and Lucia with her
attendants.

William and his best friends were
standing in the back row, all looking
lost.

My wife suddenly takes my arm and
says she can see that our eight year
old son is singing!

And I can definitely see him moving
his lips, but when I take a closer look
I can see a little more clearly:

- He is actually yawning, the proud
father says.

Published in Nerve Cowboy, issue # 19, Spring 2005.