Not a letter from Santa...

And so I visited the English village school with my carefully prepared lesson & letters from the children in France. What I didn't expect was the children's response, it blew me away.

 I took large photos of groups from the French class, so the English kids could see who had authored the missives and this captivated the children.

Spontaneously and very seriously, when given a letter they stood up to read them. Now the English was simple, the style repetitious and the illustrations brief, but these letters were handled with a sort of reverence.


 Why? Well I think these children knew just how difficult it had been for their French counterparts to achieve this and they valued it. They appreciated the effort, the neatness and the personal nature of the  drawings and each child held onto the letter  and wanted to re-read it...it was really touching.

So it seems children are the same all over; they love the personal, the real,  the 'learning that comes from life'.
And that day ,a set of small hands reached, some 500 miles over the channel, and touched some English youngsters hearts.