One rehearsal down, one to go. The children chose their own costumes and I was so proud of the little love who pounced on the Mary costume beating the 'mean' girls. She was fab, and shined with her hearing aid showing under the headress and signed all the way through smiling all the way.
Anyone wearing dads dressing gown, tea towel head scarf and snake belt to keep it on...brandishing and empty box with gold sellophane, silver tin foil or something green as no one knew what murr was or how to spell it....
Of course! Myrrh was a bottle of bathsalts as tradition dictates. Plenty of tea towel action, a nose picking Mary, Kings fighting with sheep and camels, and a god almighty sulk from an angel who wasn't Mary. All recorded for posterity. The parents performance is tomorrow and they have all been allocated a seat in a single row so no fighting their way to front and blocking everyone's view. The Smartie bribes have been bought and rattled with the "no sing, no sweetie' talk so we should be all set for a good time. We run a tight ship in our room!
Hahaha we had trouble getting them to sing! I did the intro to each song and waited with baited breath until the little loves sang, not together and not necessarily the right words or tune but you can't have everything!
I always wanted to know if Joseph was going back to the town of his birth why didn't he stop with family? What had he done to not be able to stay with Aunty etc
You need Mrs Meakin on the piano! She didn't stand for any nonsense . I was sick at Harvest Festival once, but that's another story...
