On the way to daycare on Wednesday, I was asking Reid about the holiday concert. She didn’t have an answer to my question, “What song will you be singing?” I asked if she had learned any new songs. No. Had she been practicing any songs? No, again. I let it drop and a short while later Reid asked me if *I* knew the song. I told her that I would ask the teacher. Reid paused again and then asked if I knew the song where people die and kids die. I had to admit that I don’t know any carols with people dying in them but I said I would *definitely* ask the teacher about it.

Reid sat down at the snack table as soon as she had her outdoor gear off, despite the large serving of chicken noodle soup Ken had made for breakfast. (Pardon the digression, but isn’t he a sweet man to cook soup for Reid when she doesn’t want cereal?) With Reid busy, I had the opportunity to ask about the Christmas song. The teacher I spoke with wasn’t sure what song they’d been singing and was shocked by my prompt that is was about people and kids dying. She was sure that no one had sung such a song. I grinned and said that I suspected that Santa Claus is Coming to Town has been on playlist.

Really, you should only believe about half of what your kids tell you about their school day and hope the teachers do the same about your home life.

And if you’ve a hankering for the words to Santa Claus is Coming to Town, by [1] J. Fred Coots, [2] Haven Gillespie (c) 1934

You better watch out,
You better not cry,
Better not pout,
I’m telling you why.
Santa Claus is coming to town.

He’s making a list,
And checking it twice;
Gonna find out Who’s naughty and nice.
Santa Claus is coming to town.

He sees you when you’re sleeping.
He knows when you’re awake.
He knows if you’ve been bad or good.
So be good for goodness sake!

O! You better watch out!
You better not cry,
Better not pout,
I’m telling you why.
Santa Claus is coming to town.
Santa Claus is coming to town.