Under Mrs White’s direction, the Kindergarten nativity scene had been meritocratic enough to please Ayn Rand. Besides the hierarchy of the Holy Family, with Joseph as its also-ran, we’d been arrayed in satisfying ranks from angels to beasts to shepherds.
But now in Grade 1, under Miss Meekin’s more Bolshie eye, we were each to contribute a letter and verse to a communal spelling of “MERRY CHRISTMAS”. There weren’t even costumes.
“I is a icicle,” I practiced sullenly – I, who had led the Kindergarten archangels.
“I is an icicle,” my mother corrected.
“Miss Meekin says a icicle,” I said, crushed.
Image: Costume Craze.