J.C.
Well, here's some holiday cheer.
My 7 year old daughter had a holiday assembly and I took her little brother and sat in the bleachers and listened to "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth" to name a few. After it was over, we headed to her classroom to walk her home, as the students were being dismissed early. In the chaos getting to her room, finding her coat, grabbing her backpack, my daughter forgot her lunchbox. Let me tell you, there was a little bit of 7 year old drama going on here when she realized that the lunchbox would sit a good twelve days ... all alone ... in a dark and deserted school. I emailed her wonderful teacher to ask if there was any way the school would be partially staffed in the next few days and that we could come pick it up any time.
Not only did her fabulous teacher find my daughter's lunchbox out of all the others that had been left, she BROUGHT IT TO OUR HOUSE ... THAT VERY NIGHT ... ON HER OWN TIME ... AND FILLED IT WITH NOTES AND SCHOOL-TYPE TOYS! And I'm tearing up writing this too.
We are so, so lucky to have such a wonderful teacher.
Merry Christmas, everyone!