Tonight we went to Christmas Eve service and Pastor Kent
said the twelve days of Christmas start tomorrow, so I figure I am off the hook
for not making it to 25 days on target.
I have till Epiphany, and I heard from Kent who surely heard it from
Jesus.
My favorite part of the Christmas eve service is the
children’s pageant, where the youngest children enact the nativity story. It is an exercise in chaos. Regardless of how prepared Kristin is, the
play is like herding cats, and never seems to go the way it was planned. That
is what I love about it.
Tonight I
thought the show was stolen by a little girl I thought was portraying a
sheep. She vigorously flapped her arms
and nodded her head throughout the performance.
I thought maybe she was an angel, but the angels all had halos and
wings. I even asked Matthew, he said she
was a sheep, and he had no idea why the sheep was flapping her arms.
As it turns out, she was a dove, which was confirmed by the
children’s minister afterwards. She was
an excellent dove, and her performance makes so much more sense with that bit
of information. I blame the costume
department.
After it was over my boys recalled when they had their turns
as shepherds. My Paul recalled that the
year he got to dress up, none of the children’s costumes fit him. So they gave
him a sheet, and a head wrap. He looked
like a shepherd until the head wrap he was tugging at came off and then pretty
much he was a 10 year old in stripped sheet.
Children’s Christmas pageants? Always bring me joy.
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