First, let me say, I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday weekend. Ours was filled with family, love, and laughter. There were also the anticipated meltdowns, tears, little sleep, and a tragic glitter nail polish incident. It was a perfectly, fabulous family time. ( I mean that, that is not sarcasm)
Now back to the titled story.
It was the evening of our Children’s Playhouse tickets at Casa Mañana. I had changed our tickets and purchased extra, so Ava and Joanie could go with us to see Santa Claus, The Musical. I didn’t see the reviews of the show, but since we had attended Christmas shows at Casa many, many times, I assumed that the show would consist of children, reindeer, elves, and, of course, Santa. I, also, assumed that these characters would be portrayed in a fun, happy, setting.
Ben, Scarlett, and Ava arrived dressed to impress Santa, full of good cheer, and ready to spend a special evening together.
We gathered in our seats. Scarlett and Ava held hands, and they were just too cute.
I perused the playbill and became concerned when I read through the musical numbers. Some of the Christmas classics in this show were:
The Fate of Man
Burn, Burn, Burn
Misery Loves Company
Lock Up the Houses
When the World Turns Cold
Then the play begin. It was downhill from there. It was a bizarre story that little children could not follow, scary, and just the worst play ever. (this makes two in a row). I just don’t know who is in charge at the theater and why they think a theater full of little children would enjoy such a production. (or anyone for that matter)
Scarlett ate her playbill,
Ava just held her playbill over her face, and, Ben, sweetly told me “Maybe it will get better.” when I asked Joanie if we should leave.
Unfortunately the play didn’t get better. I just wanted to stand up and yell, “Does anyone else think this is the worst Christmas show you have ever seen?” I couldn’t believe people applauded.
We would have walked out, but Joanie, Ben, and I kept up hope that the Christmas spirit would come through and, the play would get better. It didn't.
In an effort to bring joy back in my grand children's’ life, I bought them Rudolph noses.
That turned out to be a good move as Joanie and I had a good laugh on the way home.
The children probably had nightmares.
Shame on you, Casa Mañana.