What a lovely Nativity we had last night at St P’s. Bruce stood in for me as God and made a jolly good job of it too. Harry was a hilarious inept angel. Paul was a masterful narrator. Gordon was the best donkey I’ve ever seen with a very scary bray.
But it was the children who stole the show. Mary and Joseph were humble and meek; the shepherds were adoring; the wise men were loud and commanding; and the angels who delivered the baby Jesus stole the show. Even if one of them did burst into tears at the enormity of it all. And the other fell off the step and I’m sure I heard God quip “Oh its a fallen angel!”
Thanks to Judy for producing the show and writing the hilarious script (in rhymne of course, this is Linlithgow after all!), and to John for doing the lighting. And I want a big star projected onto the wall of the sanctuary every week please!