Nativity PlaysEvery year the little kids at schools all over get to put on a play. Often it's christmas themed, but the key thing is that everyone gets a part, whether it's Snowflake #12 or Mary or Grendel (yes, really).
Personally I played a 'Rich Husband' who refused to buy matches from some scabby street urchin. Never did see her again...
Who or what did you get to be? And what did you have to wear?
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chthonic, Thu 26 Mar 2009, 17:45)
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Picture the scene...I'm rudely awakened from my rum-induced deep sleep by a call from my aunt. She informs me that she has planned to go and see her friends daaaahn saaaarf mid next week, and my uncle will be away on a business trip. "cheers for letting me know. have fun" I said, wondering why she felt the need to tell me at such an ungodly hour. She wanted me to do her a favour, she hadn't realised that the two trips clashed with her 9 year old son's Nativity play, we shall call him N, for that is his initial, and wanted me to take him along, with his little sister, whom we shall call S, for that is her initial also, so I could sit in the audience and pretend to be a parent for the evening, taking photos, clapping and pretending to be proud. The kids always liked me, I was the cool older family member who was always joking about with them and playing computer games when we were round at my parents place, so off I popped, drove round to my parents house to pick the kids up, (why my mum couldn't have taken them is beyond me) and we went over to the school. N ran off to get into his costume (i think he was the arse half of the donkey or something similarly crap like that.) and I took my seat with little S on my knee. (it's probably worth mentioning here that S had a habit of creating embarassing public situations for her mum, because she seems to have inherited the same loose connection between her brain and her mouth from her mother as my sister did from our mother.) The nativity commenced, and was going smoothly, until the angel gabriel ran down the aisle between the two blocks of seats. it was a little 9 year old girl, dressed like a pretty, sparkly little angel, covered in sequins and tinsel. and her girly prancing was accompanied by the little devil on my knee, singing at the top of her voice...
"nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh...
...Batmaaaaaaaaan!"
I laughed my arse off. Dont think the rest of the audience found it so funny. Boring old twats.
(, Sat 28 Mar 2009, 18:42, Reply)
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