“You’ve got to know when to hold ’em… Know when to fold ’em…Know when to walk away…Know when to run.”
Were Kenny Rogers here I’d’ve thanked him for putting my Christmas program feelings in a song. That the program ever made it to the stage had nothing to do with me. Nothing.
I, uh, knew when to run.
Here it is getting started in the rehearsal room. Not much to see but the pillow-cased cast sitting strangely like angels.
Here’s Elisabeth who’s responsible for that, and who may be the only person not having a stroke. That her voice has not exceeded normal talking range, though 12 angels are half-dressed, two just walked in the door, and the rest are picking at their tinsel while they wait, is a marvel.
I suddenly want to be her.
Here’s my little angel. Freshly tinseled.
And the Manger people doing a little last minute rehearsing. Only Mary’s looking like she’d like to reconsider. Joseph, too. And our shepherd on the end just wants someone to loan him a blanket and a pair of boots..
And my daughter again. Like a minnow among fish.
And the crowd of angels doing, um… whatever they want–though they don’t mean to. Which completely embodies a children’s Christmas program.
Here’s the view from the side. We’ve got some wee angels way over there.
And here’s tape’s 1,234,458th use– tinsel cuff repair.
Here’s the guy who defected before the first rehearsal.
For reasons that really have no words.
And now here’s the real deal. Lights. Cardboard wings. And smiles that got lost in the dressing room.
Here are the little angels on the other side. Just before a few of them began dancing to a different drummer.
And the slightly bigger angels, singin’ praises to God.
And Joseph and Mary with a good four feet between them.
And the angel choir again still singin’. Only together this time.
And out of the mouths of babes….the word of the Lord.
And now it’s every angel for himself. Or something.
And now Mary with a real baby.
A real baby who realized in four seconds that this Mary wasn’t his mommy. And that stable…forget it.
Here’s the tiny angel choir about to sing Away in a Manger –or maybe they are singing…I, uh, don’t know. Either way they’re probably wondering , “what in the world’s a manger?”
And now the whole Nativity. A bit glum for seeing Jesus.
And a wilted crowd of angels…proof that it’s almost over.
And it is.
Only despite the mass of trampled tinsel and the limp linens–or maybe because of them– ain’t no other way I’d want to spend my Sunday morning. Not this one.
So, thank you, Jesus…
for giving us reason to sing…
every single day of the year!