Caleb, on stage for the Christmas cantata,
Pulled his arms out of his sleeves.
We feared he would go bare-chested.
He picked his nose.
He shrugged off the elbow of the little boy next to him.
As dozens of well-behaved children sang their hearts out,
There was Caleb, distracting, and . . .
The star of the show.
No comments:
Post a Comment