There's parents in the back row
Loosening their shirts
It's standing room here only if you drove in straight from work
They're singing about 'Frosty'
And it's 41 degrees
Then the room lights up to catch it all on a hundred iPhone screens
At the little Christmas concert
At the kindergarten fête
There's Joseph in a dressing gown
There's a star hung up with pegs
There's Mary holding Jesus by his little plastic leg
And two wise men are clutching
Frankincense and gold
While a third is digging deep for treasure somewhere up his nose
At the little Christmas concert
At the kindergarten fête
It's not quite Marina Prior
It's not quite Andre Rieu
They're mostly dancing out of time and singing out of tune
But they're on their best behavior
For the story of the saviour
With a toy box for a manger
At the kindergarten fête
There's tinsel on the angel
But her halo's fallen flat
She's talking to a shepherd with a tea towel for a hat
A piano started playing
And a teacher gave a sign
Then silent night fell on us when my son forgot his lines
At the little Christmas concert
At the kindergarten
Who knows what fate might bring us
Life's not all good news
We're mostly dancing out of time
And singing out of tune
But our children shine like stars made of foil and paper plates
Fragile as a paper lantern, held with sticky tape
Clumsy, like a concert at a Kindergarten fête