And so it came to pass that after years and years of waiting, one of my offspring, finally, got a decent part to play in the school Christmas Nativity π
Of course there were signs from up above, that someone was favouring my child because when I was walking Peppa, strolling along, humming a few Christmas carols – well, Fairytale of New York by the Pogues actually, a mince pie fell from the sky! π³ yep, there it landed, right at my feet, I looked up to the sky, just like those shepherds did many years ago, and saw a big crow in the tree right above me – he looked well pissed off – he was making out it was his mince pie that he had dropped π
Anyway the signs were looking good for the Nativity. Β I must explain that 1st and 2nd born were never favoured in the play.
“Not a fucking shepherd again” I would mumble to myself whilst I searched for the traditional checked tea-towel to wrap around his head, Β which was always too loose and ended up hanging over his face π to be fair though they usually had to drag him off the stage by his ankles, as he dragged the manger and baby Jesus along with him. Β Every year after that he was a down graded to a “Villager” which is a cop out for all the kids who cannot be trusted to behave on the stage or are not considered photogenic enough for the school’s newsletter π
2nd born was lucky enough to secure the part of one of the Three Kings – I was so proud βΊοΈ till he sauntered up to Mary and Joseph, turned down his Bob Marley headphones and said “No worries – Ja will provide” π
He was a “Villager” the following year π³
So you can understand how bloody thrilled I was to hear 3rd born was to be a “Narrator” – “Yes, Yes” I yelled doing a celebratory dance around the lounge, giving everyone high fives ππ Β My baby was going to be wearing a black gown with gold tinsel around the neck – not a fucking tea towel in sight!
She practised her lines over and over again – and some more – in fact she practised them so bloody much the whole family could have stepped in as understudies for her!
The day arrived – great excitement till I asked her what she wanted for breakfast – a little croak came out – she cleared her throat – another little croak – her little voice had gone – her nose was running – she was full of cold π³
To her credit she still went – she croaked her way through her lines – It didn’t matter that no-one could hear all those words – I heard them – every single one – she was my little Star β€οΈπ
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She is a star for me just for going up and doing her part, despite being sick! Warm hugs and lots of lemon honey hot water for her π
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Aw thank you, she`s been under a quilt on the sofa all day, demanding ice cream for sore throat, calpol for headache, I believe she may be milking it abit now, but I`ll go along with the milking for now xx
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LOVED this! Narrator is a BIG deal : ) A trooper for doing it sick also! Making the family proud I’m sure. Hope she feels better soon!
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Thank you xx
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Thats one little bugger thats set for life. Sick and still doing her part! That’s a proud mummy moment for real!
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Aw thank you xx
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Love the nativity. My daughter was the inn keepers wife last year. This year she was an angel. My son did his first this week – he was a Shepherd. Best bit was him doing a massive sneeze and spending the rest of the play with snot rockets on his face! Love him. X
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Ha! A nativity is nothing without a snotty shepherd π but then they are out in the fields at the dead of night – in the cold – clearly not watching their flock – seeing as they’re gazing up to the sky – probably wondering what to have for breakfast – lamb chops probably π
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Cute story. I love your writing style. πππ
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