Christmas Pagent

Jackson here. As a performer, it's imperative to me that I'm always on. I can't let my guard down for a moment up there on stage. But once the last note has been belted out to the back row, I can finally let loose with a sign to my Dad that I've done yet another great job...



Now, far be it from me to point out the less-professional activites of my classmates, but you may have noticed that my good friend Ashton (to my right) appears to be partaking in an activity that is, at first glance, somewhat unsavory. It could be... it might be... yes, I think it's a pick.

Now, again, I don't want to harp on the lack of hygiene of a friend, but that's certainly not something I would ever do. Because my parents raised me better than that. I would never embarass them by taking the tunnel uptown in front of such a large crowd...



Uh... what was that I was saying? Oh, yeah, man I can really sing. Here, listen to me sing a couple songs. First, it's an old favorite... and then, my own composition.

Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
Oh, My Falling Down Christmas Tree