Report on last night's Christmas pageant:

Cameron (5) and Corinne (2) are our next door neighbors.
They invited me and Miz t. to attend their Christmas pageant last evening.

Cameron was an angel and Corinne was a sheep.
Well, I thought she was a sheep, but when I asked her she said "NO! I a wamb!"
OK, she's a wamb.

When it was time for her entrance, Corinne was indeed an excellent wamb. I could here her "b-a-a b-a-a" way in the back. I think she padded her role though, because the b-a-a b-a-as continued long after the director tried to cut her off. Throughout most of the rest of the pageant, in fact.

And Cameron was an angelic angel.
At least until she and the other angel got into an argument about who was supposed to 'hover' over Mary.
"No! I'm s'posed to be by Mary! You s'posed to go over there!"
"ARE NOT! I GO HERE! YOU S'POSED TO GO OVER THERE!"
Happily, the director intervened and peace on earth was restored when she allowed both angels to hover over the seated Mary.

When one of the wise men (or kings, depending on your preference) attempted to present his gift of frankensence (or possibly myrrh) to the Baby Jesus, the reach across one of the wambs was a bit far fOR him so he put the other hand on the Christ Child's head, drawing a bloodcurdling shriek from Mother Mary. This startled the wise man/king so badly that he lost his footing and turned the manger over and the Baby Jesus came rolling out. Happily for all concerned the part was played by a baby doll, so there were no serious injuries.

By now the quiet snickers and giggles of the audience had become outright laughter.
Eventually the crowd and cast were shushed into quiet by the director and the pageant ended with all singing "Silent Night".

Personally, I think the whole thing was scripted from start to finish, but the director and several mommies swore it wasn't
I WISH I'd had a video camera.
Hopefully somebody got this on tape.
:-)

I love that kind of stuff. It'll probably show up on America's Funniest Home Vids or something.


:rofl:

Thanks for the report. It put a smile on my face.

"the baby Jesus came rolling out...."

:rofl:

My SO used to "direct" the pageants at our church - and "directing" Quakers (of any age) is a lot like herding cats.

- One year, the kids insisted that they be any animal they wanted in the manger scene, so we ended up with 2 doves sitting up in the windowsills, and a zebra and 3 kitty-cats in with Jesus.

- One year, the kids all decided that THEY would bring gifts to the baby (in lieu of Wise Men/Three Kings). The 7-year old we were taking care of suddenly freaked out about being told what to do, and THREW the giant teddy bear right at Baby Jesus, knocking him out of his crib. Quite the denouement.

Awesome! It sounds like a Greek tragedy!! :rofl:

Cam has curly brown hair and Reenie is a curly blond.
Cam used to pick on and tease her little sister, but Reenie is catching up in size and she don't take no crap anymore.

She also sounds like Talullah Bankhead. It's hilarious to hear such a deep voice coming out of such a little cherub.

Since they found out Miz t. has a big box of popsicles in the freezer, we can expect almost a daily visit.
But they're very polite, and NEVER ask for one.
They always wait to be asked.
They are prepared to wait as long as it takes.

"Hi, girls. What's going on?"
"Hi. We just came for a visit."
"Well it's nice to see you."
"Unh hunh. We just thought we'd come and see you."
"Thank you. It's nice to see you both."
"Unh hunh."
(long silence - I love to torment them :evilgrin:)
"Would you like a popsicle?"
"OH YES! I WANT GRAPE AND REENIE WANTS ORANGE! MIZ T. KEEPS THEM IN THE FREEZER IN THE GARAGE! I KNOW RIGHT WHERE THEY ARE!"

:D Little kids are such a hoot.

Or, who knows?
Maybe not?

Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
:rofl:

her dad, my brother, had told her he would be in the front row. Well, apparently, at the annual auction, they auction off the front row seats, so he was in the third row.

On the way into the auditorium, she stopped and looked at him and YELLED...

Daddy!!! You said you would be in the front row. You should move.

Cracked everyone up.

I was a shepherd. No lines.

Evidently, a couple of the younger boys had been in a shoving match on the playground earlier in the day.
They were in the kiddie choir, all lined up at the front of the stage, about to sing.
One decided this was the ideal time for a parting shot and shoved the other one in the back, propelling him about 3 feet into the audience.
No serious injuries.

:rofl:

;-)

in.tears.here.

:spray: