daughter we were going to church to worship God, and she wanted to bring a bar of soap to 'wash up' Jesus, too. Something was lost in the translation when I explained to my son that God gave us everlasting life and he thought it was generous of God to give us his 'last wife.'
My proudest moment came during the children's Christmas pageant. My daughter was playing Mary, two of my sons were shepherds and my youngest son was a wise man. This was their moment to shine. My five-year-old shepherd had practiced his line, 'We found the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes.' But he was nervous and said, 'The baby was wrapped in wrinkled clothes.' My four-year old 'Mary' said, 'That's not 'wrinkled clothes,' silly. That's dirty, rotten clothes.'
A wrestling match broke out between Mary and the shepherd and was stopped by an angel, who bent her halo and lost her left wing. I slouched a little lower in my seat when Mary dropped the doll representing Baby Jesus, and it bounced down the aisle crying, 'Mama-Mama.' Mary grabbed the doll, wrapped it back up and held it tightly as the wise men arrived. My other son stepped forward wearing a bathrobe and a paper crown, knelt at the manger and announced, 'We are the three wise men, and we are bringing gifts of gold, common sense and fur.'
The congregation dissolved into laughter and the pageant got a standing ovation. The pastor, wiping tears from his eyes, said, “I've never enjoyed a Christmas program as much as this one. I'll never hear the Christmas story again without thinking of gold, common sense, and fur.”
“My children are my pride and joy and my greatest blessing,” I said, as I dug through my purse for an aspirin. GOD BLESS YOU ALL!!!