Last day of term

 There’s nothing quite like the excitement of the last day of term before Christmas. Teachers have usually reached the exhausted manic stage, where they sit in the staffroom at the end of the day, giggle, tell rude jokes, use all the swear words they’ve been holding in all term and throw chocolates at each other.

“Here have a teeny tiny Bounty.”

“Oh, I was hoping you were going to offer me your finger of fudge.”

The kids have been whipped up to super excited levels and are ready for an afternoon of film watching and colouring, in preparation for the days of endless visits and kisses from Aunties they rarely see. 

Not this year though.

This year children are staying in their bubbles. Teachers are terrified to share chocolate in case it ruins their Christmas. Many schools will be closed or class bubbles self isolating. 

There’ll be no getting together in the hall for a silly Christmas sing-a-long, where kids hope to be sitting in the row that lets them belt out, “Five gold rings.” 

There are so many things that this virus has ruined but the last day of term is one I find myself unaccountably sad about.

Instead of all those lovely things, I am going to have to content myself with posting the song on the school Facebook page and a virtual staff meeting.