My closing circle day memories go back to when my 25 year old was a student at the preschool. Today, at the request of the eighth grade, who started here before there was a Founder’s Hall, we met again in the main building. I remember when they were just preschoolers- I can’t believe how quickly they grew up.

Eighth graders read a poem written for winter circle by an alumni.

                                                                                            The stairs make impromptu risers.

Every year we sing the winter circle songs. This one was written especially for us by Kelly Kennedy. I remember when the fifth graders sang it in concert at Agecroft.

Everyone listened with rapt attention as Pippin and others created a dramatic reading of Winter is Here .

Every year Winter Circle comes, every year, it is the same, and every year, it is magic.

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