I salute those brave enough to "direct" (and boy do I use that term loosely) a Christmas Pageant. Holy cow!
There are costumes. And because the same ones are used over and over, usually a costume is way too big, way too short, dragging the floor, etc.
This year the angel wings are looking a little peaked.
One of the narrators came down with a cough, so naturally some
The hand bell choir played. The little ones took their time. I had to look at the program to discover they were dinging out "Go Tell It On The Mountain". The older kids played another song and the boys kept freezing and not dinging at all. Then, when enough time went by for intermission before one boy realized it was his turn to ding, they got tickled, and the whole audience laughed.
The shepherds were older and well behaved. They came in stately with their staffs and stood quietly the whole time.
But of course, the real show starts when the little ones show up as angels to surround Baby Jesus. One little red headed angel kept getting her pony tail yanked by a baby angel who was in the arms of a teenage angel standing behind her. She was stoic about it.
The littlest angel had apparently decided that everyone else might have bare feet or white tights covering their soles, but she was sticking with her black shiny rain boots, thank you very much. She also wandered around a lot, once scooting in between Mary and Joseph and patting Joseph on the leg, perhaps in sympathy because Baby Jesus would not be still.
In fact, Baby Jesus loved the feed trough He (really she) was in. When the wise men delivered the gold, frankincense and myrrh, and placed them in the front of the trough, Baby Jesus spotted the gifts right off, and He wanted His stuff, man....and rightly so.
It was pretty much downhill from there as far as keeping Baby Jesus still. So Mary took Him out and placed Him by her, but He quickly decided crawling off was a wonderful idea...so she grabbed Him by his gown tail. I will say He was excellently behaved vocally...no crying He made.
The Wise Men got distracted a few times while the Angels were singing, and must have cracked a joke, because they were yukking it up stage left.
And the little angels had no desire to join hands and dance in a circle like the bigger angels were instructing them to do.
I think there was a problem with the sound system too, because sometimes there was almost unbearable silence between songs. The soloists would start getting antsy, starring out into the audience like the old deer caught in the headlights. But the music would finally come on. One of the soloing angels sighed heavily into the mic before she was finally able to perform.
Our brand new pastor got up and said a few words, mainly that this was his first day and all he had to do was pray and eat. Sounds like the kind of job I'd be perfect for!
All in all, the most I can say about the whole thing is this:
It was perfect.
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