The kids always put their all into the Christmas program at church. This year thankfully there were no angel halos shredding silver tinsel all over the carpet. No ties around heads or rope sashes for shepherds and crowns covered in foil for the wise men. The kids just sang. It was epically bad and beautiful at the same time. They were bouncing, uncooperative, loud, rowdy, but sang with a large amount of joy and pride…..
For every cringe or outright giggle we had as parents tonight as the 6 year old near yelled Christmas carols and the 3 year old stepped on everyone’s toes with her blue sparkly cowboy boots– there were at least a dozen faces we could see smiling, giggling, and erupting in pure joy at the antics of the kids program.
Casey bounced up and down at the music and her sister’s voices.
Nothing will beat K as Mary 3 years ago screaming ‘don’t touch my baby’ at a harried boy playing Joseph looking at the doll in the manger. I’m glad we can laugh now about it all. We couldn’t see then how funny it was.
