My daughter was playing Mary,
Two of my
sons were shepherds
And my youngest son was a wise
man.
This was their moment to shine.
My five-year-old
shepherd
Had practiced his line,
"We found the babe
wrapped
In swaddling clothes."
But he was
nervous and said,
"The baby was wrapped
In wrinkled
clothes."
My six-year-old "Mary" said,
"That's not
'wrinkled clothes,' silly.
They are not wrinkled their
swaddled."
A wrestling match broke out
Between Mary
and the shepherd
And was stopped by an angel,
Who bent her
halo and lost
Her left wing.
I slouched a little
lower
In my seat when Mary
Dropped the doll
representing
Baby Jesus, and it bounced
Down the aisle
crying,
"Mama-mama."
Mary grabbed the
doll,
Wrapped it back up
And held it tightly
as
The wise men arrived.
My other son stepped
forward
Wearing a bathrobe
And a paper
crown,
Knelt at the manger
And announced,
"We are
the three wise men,
And we are bringing gifts
Of
gold,
Common sense
And fur."
The
congregation
Dissolved into laughter,
And the
pageant
Got a standing ovation.
"I've never
enjoyed a Christmas
Program as much as this one,"
Laughed
the pastor,
Wiping tears from his eyes.
"For the rest
of my life,
I'll never hear the
Christmas story
without
Thinking of
Gold,
Common
sense
And fur."
"My children are my pride
And
my joy and my greatest
Blessing," I said as I dug
Through
my purse for an aspirin.
GOD BLESS
YOU
ALL!!!