The Best Christmas Pageant(s) Ever

When I was six years old and my sister was 3, we held the first Brasher Christmas play. It was a grand affair. Joseph, our brother, was baby Jesus. He was a mere 6 months old and fit into the clothes hamper (our manger) perfectly. After that, we continued to have plays. I would sing and we would come up with a story of some sort. Our plays usually took at least a week's worth of practice and hushed planning before we unveiled our creation. As Joseph got older, he would practice with us. Unfortunately, he usually dropped out 30 seconds before the show, so he would run the spotlight for us (Yes, we had spotlights. Well, they were more like really strong reading lights, but they fit the purpose.) Cindy, my sister, clung to those plays and wanted to continue them up into high school. Eventually, they turned into our Christmas Eve tradition of singing Christmas carols around the piano after dinner. Joseph would play the guitar, Cindy the piano and we would all sing. Those were the best times. Thank you, God, for giving us creativity and the ability to pretend. We would live in such a dull world without it!!!