Musing on Church Christmas Plays.
Last night, our church held its annual, much expected, much anticipated Christmas play.
If I had a scanner (that sounds terribly like some folk song meets digital), I would put in a picture of my senior in his first play.
He was in kindergarten and Joseph. A very solemn looking father of our Lord, watching over a young Mary, played by Annie Speyer.
Jake and Annie are now driving and thinking about college.
And last night, I realized my parent-watching-the-Christmas-pageant days are numbered.
My daughter played Nightime Nicole, a sarcastic radio DJ ready for Christmas to be over.
Through the wisdom of Caller Two, played by Lucia Hodges and the play heralding Jesus’ birth — Nicole sees new meaning behind the red and green hype.
Nicole taking her calls. Bah hum bug.
Caller Two trying to persuade Nicole into looking at things a little differently. (That's tough. Believe me -- it's an every day battle.)
My niece, Maddie sings a killer "O Holy Night."
A final bow.
Of course it was great.
How couldn’t it be with those sweet faces.
Little faces that don’t stay little for long.
Are you still doing the parent-watching-the-Christmas-play thing?
