I spent the better part of today convincing the class that contrary to what Frank matter-of-factly announced at morning telling sharing, Santa Claus was NOT dead.
Oh, the best way to give the teacher a migraine on the first day back from a five THOUSAND day break? Announce to the class that Santa Claus is dead.
After I had finally managed to erase ALL memory of the incident, Stanley stood up to perform at our "performance closing circle" at the very end of the day.
He sang a song he composed himself. He called it "Santa Claus is Dead."
Those two have finally decided to play for the same team. It's a @(#*$&@(@* conspiracy.