|Those poor kids look mortified|
My school, preschool maybe, put on a Christmas play. I only remember the faintest bit, because I was so little. My memory has been supplemented by hearing the story. In any case, it couldn't have been much more than you see here. I doubt that we had a lot of lines. Chances are, we sang something. Maybe we were just supposed to dazzle the audience with our authentic Nazarene bed sheet cloaks. What I do remember is why I lost my shnizz in this picture. You see, I was Mary in the play and I was supposed to carry the baby Jesus doll onto to the stage/ the area in front of this ginormous tree. I panicked and didn't want to do it. I didn't want people to LOOK AT ME, as I recall. Our
Some might say that I ruined the play. I say that I made it into hip, modern interpretation of the Nativity story. I am woman, hear my cry.
Incidentally, I hold firm in my memory that Jesus was supposed to be a doll. I have no idea who that apparently live human child is in the bassinet. Surely nobody wanted me to carry a baby. It makes me question the facts of this story.
Just not enough not to post it on the internet.