This is the time in the year that teachers of the little ankle biters work their collective arses off, getting stuff ready for the Christmas Plays.
And you can bet your boots that in every class many parents are royally pissed off that their little Frogmella isn't Mary, and everyone knows that little Abishag only got the part because her mother is something big in the PTA.
Ladies, (and the odd Gent) I tip my hat to you. You work miracles that are not trumpeted by the angels, but miracles thay are.
and I'm so glad I teach in secondary!!!