A touch of Snow

Tonight, we brought Cheeks for her first-ever musical - Raymond Briggs' 'The Snowman'. We've always wanted to take her but felt she wasn't old enough to appreciate or understand a performance.

That, was then.

Now 3 and always eager for new experiences, we decided it was time to bring her for one. But we kept our fingers crossed it wouldn't be money down the drain.

Staged at Peacock Theatre (near-ish Holborn stn), the playhouse was jam-packed with parents and kids. We'd gotten the cheapest tickets but thankfully the seats (still) offered us an unobstructed view of the stage. Cheeks was quivering with excitement waiting for the show to begin. I'd bought the cartoon version on DVD so that prepped her for the show. A good thing too, because she was able to follow the story, scene by scene. She was so thrilled to see the 'real' boy and Snowman, upclose and personal (well, not literally of course, but you know what I mean).

When the musical's theme song 'Walking in the Air' came on, everyone cheered riotously. It was pretty magical seeing the boy and his Snowman flit gracefully across the stage. I turned to the dozing Papa ('what, no dialog'? Zzzz... pooh, the B-grader!) and told him that having seen the cartoon version, I marvelled how the producers worked on props and scene changes with such limited space.

It meant alot to us, bringing our daughter for her first musical. I think her Papa and I found greater pleasure watching her enthralled, clapping to the music, cowering in her seat when evil Jack Frost appeared, than seeing the musical itself.

As the curtains fell and the crowds ambled out of the theatre, we walked hand-in-hand, humming the theme song, happy and blessed by the experience.

ice-cream during the interval

positively ecstatic, especially after Papa
bought her a Snowman memorabilia

After the show. A quick snap before
the curtains fell

thank you for bringing me, Papa...