T’was the night before the Nativity
and Mary had a cough.
Let’s hope a dollop of medicine and a good night’s sleep do the trick … she’s SO excited, and so pleased to be able to have the opportunity to present her rabbit to the world as Baby Jesus.
I know I’m over sentimental at the best of times, but I really DON’T get why some people are so cynical about children’s nativity plays … the love, the fun and the glorious cliche of small folk in ill fitting outfits singing Away in A Manger and acting out the most important story of all time is something that has always made me either beam or wipe the odd tear away …
and
tomorrow, she’s Mary … and even more perfect, her long term boyfriend is Joseph.
Right, angel wings to find for another of her friends who has taken her ranks in the heavenly chorus, small shoes to polish and a camera to charge.
T’was the night before the Nativity
And all through the house
Every creature was stirring
… because we’re all so excited.
Poor little soul, I so so hope her cough has eased by the morning, she’s been snoring like a fly half after a night on the tiles for the last few days … it seems to be on its way out, lets hope so … am sure she wouldn’t be the first Mary to wipe her nose on her sleeve, but it’s not the look we’re going for!
