Dreamy angel on Flickr.
One of my favorite holiday memories growing up was the annual Christmas pageants my elementary school put on.
I went to a small parochial school in Brooklyn where you didn’t have to actually be Lutheran*, just pay the tuition and attend chapel with the rest of the class, and Christmas was such a wonderfully huge deal, with school and church parties and bake sales and all that, and the big event of the season was the Christmas Pageant. All grades would participate and we’d all sing babyjesus songs and there’d be sketches or whatever.
One year, in grade 5 (my last year there), my teacher asked me to be the narrator for the fifth-graders’ part of the pageant. I was terrified, but she buttered me up by praising my speaking voice (?) so I swallowed my terror and did it, and you know what? I was awwwwwesome. And I enjoyed being in the spotlight for like the only time in my entire life.
My favorite aspect of the experience was getting to go to school at night. After dark. With my whole family. And see everyone else’s families. And we all had to wear white shirts and dark skirts (girls) or slacks (boys), which sounds uniform-y but is actually a lot less uniform-y than the blue-and-grey-plaid numbers we’d have to wear every other day of the year.
I also loved the songs.
Here’s me in grade 4, when our class did the angel-chorus thing.
*I think there were a couple of other Jews in the school, too. Lutherans are so open-minded.