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!
3 comments:
I'm sure that was before Santa was hired on. He worked independent back then.
Bad Santa! I actually just don't now what to say to that. I guess I didn't really have a comment, but I told you I would leave a comment on every blog.
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