For today, this phrase is theoretical, although we did have a dusting last Saturday. The words actually come from one of the carols sung on Wednesday night at our annual Carol Service, In the Bleak Midwinter. The Cathedral was packed, even the balconies. The voices of the Bell Choir, the youngest contributors to the service, were small but clear, the bells that they played were magical. It was that kind of night.
This term ends in a rush of deadlines, reports, tests and projects as we communicate the hard facts of student progress. This activity nearly overshadows the charm of communal, celebratory events and the joy that resonates through them. Happily, this theme does play a little louder than more mundane but necessary academic reporting. Good thing. The message of this season, its light and festivity and occasional solemnity, is worth elevating to our forebrains as long as it will last.
Tomorrow night, more than 800 parents, students and other family members are attending our annual Christmas Gala, courtesy of the Parents’ Auxiliary and their hard-working team: another superb event that ties together so many complex backgrounds.
Today was another special highlight: our annual Christmas Assembly, one of the few events that brings together the entire student body, all 960 students, from Kindergarten to Grade 12. Everyone will tell you that the climax of the assembly is the entire school singing The Twelve Days of Christmas – at a volume and exuberance that is rarely seen anywhere, I am sure. To judge by the Grade 12 skit, too, anyone might think that today’s blog entry is a forlorn exercise: according to the skit, no one ever reads the Head’s Blog. However, we track how many hits this little communication gets, so I know it is read by more than just my immediate family members. We have a few days of school left, but here are my early best wishes to everyone for a happy and festive season.