'Tis the season for Christmas carols. Most of us in the good old USA, know the standards: Jingle Bells, Frosty, Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer, etc. But not my son's fourth grade class. They've missed something along the way.
My son came home from school, yesterday, with this news: "Mama, our sing-along was an epic fail!"
"Say what?" I said. "Explain this."
"We were supposed to sing 'Frosty the Snowman' and 'Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer' in music class. But nobody knew the words."
"Are you serious?" I asked.
He nodded. "They'd never heard of those songs."
Now, let me paint the picture of where I live. This is Atlanta, Georgia. And it's like living in the United Nations. There are so many nationalities here, and most of the people where I live, are Asian. My family and I are a definite minority. The kids are first generation Americans (my neighbors don't even speak English). So, naturally, their parents had never taught them basic American Christmas tunes.
"But don't they teach kids 'Rudolph' in first grade?" I asked. I clearly remembered my kids being quizzed on the reindeer names back in Ohio.
"So, maybe you can teach them. You know all the words."
"Mama, I'm not singing all by myself. Forget it. I'd rather deal with the epic fail!"
(So much for my great idea.)