At first she sat on my knee as she didn't like the ghosts.
"Uh oh, this is a mistake" I thought.
Gradually, she became engrossed in the songs, the dancing and the story.
Slowly she started to rise up as she became more and more involved in the story.
At the end she was on her feet, clutching the seat in front.
Eventually, Scrooge came out on Christmas Day and started buying presents for the children.
Daughter stood on tip toe, wide eyed with excitement, and shouted loudly enough for all the stalls to hear:
Wonder what she'll make of Mary Poppins, then?