Christmas dinner

Tonight was our church Christmas dinner. It was nice. I would fall over dead if anyone ever put me in charge of organizing the food, because my brain simply cannot process things like that. But I can sorta handle music, so when they asked me to put together some kind of music for after the dinner, I passed out assignments to all the different organizations (women, kids, youth, men, etc.) and asked them to sing a carol. Then we had a narrator and Mary and Joseph and live baby (who luckily hasn't *quite* learned to crawl away yet), and each group who came up to sing stayed there, so that we were all in the scene by the end. And then we all sang Silent Night together and were done. It would have been a little better on the crowd control to put everyone up on the stage, but you have to leave the gym to get up there, plus I don't think we would have all fit. So...a little chaotic, but seriously? I'm sure the real event wasn't quite as calm and peaceful and choreographed as all the songs and pictures would have it. Stables are messy, babies are messy, and if "the little Lord Jesus no crying he makes" really happened, he would have failed his Apgar test. I mean, this is real life, and that means that you give your kid the halo you've been given to wear yourself, and the teenagers are elbowing each other in nervousness at standing in front of other human beings, singing, and you stumble on the words and maybe have a false start here and there. And maybe myrrh even makes you sneeze. But it's okay. You do your best, and it's enough.