My class illustrated the poem "Twas the Night Before Christmas" this week. They were each assigned to copy one couplet of the poem, and then draw the illustration that would go along with that piece. (And believe me, I got some real gems.)
One little boy was assigned this line: "The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke encircled his head like a wreath."
He came to me confused, and when I explained the line, his eyes grew really wide, and he blurted,
"HE SMOKES? HE WORKS FOR HEAVENLY FATHER, AND HE SMOKES?!"
Nothing like a little classic literature to get you in a holiday mood!
