Our extended family and friends filled two long pews at Tall Steeple Presby Church in the Woods on Christmas Eve. We got there early enough to secure seats right in front of the chancel area where the Christmas pagent would take place.
The sanctuary was soon bursting with nearly a thousand families--excited children, toddlers and babies dressed up in their Christmas finery. Everything began right on time. We were anticipating the entrance of our angels--my oldest niece and her three girls aged 8, 5 and 3. First Mary and Joseph entered while we sang appropriate Christmas carols. Then the eight year old entered first and stood stage left. The congregation rose to sing "Hark the Herald Angels Sing." The rest of the hardy angel band made their appearance robed in white with wings and silver glittery halos.
We were less than one-quarter of the way into the service. As the service proceeded, the 3 year old became more and more comfortable on the "stage". She started skipping around and grinning at the audience. Her mother tried futilely to grab her without breaking her angelic character. Oldest sister had the "I don't know who she is" look on her face and refused to glance in that direction.
The littleist angel spied the whole family in the pews and started waving. We looked down at our shoes so as not to encourage her further. Then she pulled her angel's robe over her head and flashed the congregation just before Mom grabbed her.
"Well, at least she had her panties on," said one family member as we chortled about it afterwards.
We'll be telling that story on her for many years to come.
The sanctuary was soon bursting with nearly a thousand families--excited children, toddlers and babies dressed up in their Christmas finery. Everything began right on time. We were anticipating the entrance of our angels--my oldest niece and her three girls aged 8, 5 and 3. First Mary and Joseph entered while we sang appropriate Christmas carols. Then the eight year old entered first and stood stage left. The congregation rose to sing "Hark the Herald Angels Sing." The rest of the hardy angel band made their appearance robed in white with wings and silver glittery halos.
We were less than one-quarter of the way into the service. As the service proceeded, the 3 year old became more and more comfortable on the "stage". She started skipping around and grinning at the audience. Her mother tried futilely to grab her without breaking her angelic character. Oldest sister had the "I don't know who she is" look on her face and refused to glance in that direction.
The littleist angel spied the whole family in the pews and started waving. We looked down at our shoes so as not to encourage her further. Then she pulled her angel's robe over her head and flashed the congregation just before Mom grabbed her.
"Well, at least she had her panties on," said one family member as we chortled about it afterwards.
We'll be telling that story on her for many years to come.
7 comments:
What a great story! Kids that age are just so cute.
Will you come to my 50th birthday party in 2006?
Great story
Some kids are just born performers... ;)
Great story!
This wins the prize!
LOL! Reminds me of a similar incident, more years ago than I want to say. Thanks for the laugh!
ROFL
wonderful :)
Hope you took pics too ??
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