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I just got home from the annual school Christmas Pageant and thought I would share with you a few highlights of the evening. Unfortunately
Surprisingly, we made it out of the door and arrived at school right on time without too much ado. I walked Smallest Weasel to her classroom and headed to the the gym to find a seat in the sea of parents, most of whom had obviously never gone home after school dismissal in favor of ensuring themselves seating in the same time zone as the pageant was to take place. I on the other hand may as well have been in the Presidential Inaugural crowd of Uncle Barry.
I took a single seat approximately 4 miles from the stage, right next to a joyous little 4 year old by the name of Julio (Julie-O). Right away, I was welcomed with a great big and friendly "Hi!". I still had half of an hour to kill before showtime and my mind started to wander as I contemplated the enjoyment that I would extract from the upcoming performance. I thought to myself, "Ya know, with this seating, I could really sneak out the back door and have time to grab a couple of drinks and something to snack on, be back in time for the finale and the Weasels would never be the wiser". Then I realized that I had not said that in my head, but out loud! I'm one point closer to that Mother of the Year Award.
The show started with one of the 7th grade classes
The kids really did do a great job and I love to see the Weasels perform. The only real problem I have with these events is having to sit through watching 275 other parents children sing in order to see mine. The one benefit though is that with a family of our size, 1/2 the performances (the better 1/2, of course) feature a Weasel.
Just as I was longing for the Herdman's to come barging down the center aisle, little Julio blurted loudly, "Would baby Jesus just get born already!". My sentiments exactly kid. I snickered to myself as wished I could take that kid home with me.
Boy Weasel was a Wiseman and when he was up on stage I told Julio that he was my boy. Julio was impressed at how grown up Boy Weasel was, "That's your kid? He has a beard!".
The Pageant ended and I was glad that I opted to stay and had not to make a break for the back door. I had a smile on my face as I waded through the herd and into the hallway to reunite with my Weasels and head home to tuck them snugly into their beds a little later than usual and wish for them some sugar plum dreams.