I volunteered to help with the Christmas Pageant this year.
All went well until, for some reason, one "sheep" decided to punch another "sheep" right in front of the whole congregation. Fortunately the father of the dominant male rose from his pew, leaped to the altar, swept his child under his arm and strode out the door.
I guess this is what the narrator meant when he said the Wise People (one of ours was a girl) brought gifts of gold, frankincense and mirth.
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Mirth? Um, okay. :)
Now there's a Christmas pageant I'd like to see!
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