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Date: 18 December 2006 11:39:58
Yesterday evening I went to my parents' church for their children's nativity. I knew that it had potential to be absolutely hilarious as my Mum was running it and complaining about how under-rehearsed they were. She also said that my cousin's son Jo-Jo who was a king was refusing to be in it unless he was allowed to wear his Buzz Lightyear outfit. My Mum told him that was fine as long as he also wore the cape and the crown and said ‘myrrh' into the microphone rather than ‘To infinity and beyond!'
For a start they were one king short as a kid was poorly so my 28-year-old cousin got roped in to participating. As usual Jo-Jo did not disappoint. It was all going so well until he was handed the microphone and instead of saying ‘myrrh' he did a long Darth-Vader-like breath into it. At which point my cousin (his Dad) sat there shaking his head. Then followed the crib scene where Jo-Jo and his cousin proceeded to try and tear one of the lambs apart by holding an ear each and pulling tug-of-war-style.
I am not sure I have ever seen my Mum so stressed. She is a teacher so Christmas is always a bit of a nightmare, but I have to say that this nativity was one of my favourites. It was so funny, and yet the kids and adults alike adored it. My Mum is a legend and I love her loads, but she is so committed to everything that she always looks knackered. So today, I am in charge of decorating the Christmas trees whilst she is at school.... So I should go and get on with it!