For the past few days, I've been reading one chapter a night to my children before bed of this:
The Worst Best Christmas Pageant Ever By Barbara Robinson
Last night, in chapter four, I laughed so hard I was nearly in tears. The MC's mother was explaining Jesus' birth to the rowdy crowd of Herdmans who had insisted on taking over all the important roles in the pageant. The mother explained the whole Christmas story almost back to "in the beginning..." and what swaddling clothes were. Imogene Herdman, a mean girl who was set to play Mary, talked about placing her brother in a dresser drawer when he was born then blurted out:
"You mean they tied him up and put him in a feedbox?" she said. "Where was the Child Welfare?"
Hee hee hee. Sorry, but I had to laugh. Imogene and her siblings went on to threaten the innkeepers with arson. Aah, yes.
It does make me laugh, though. Why? I had never thought of that. Working in foster care. Huh....
Anyway.
Merry Christmas!