Last night was our Christmas choir performance.
I couldn’t help it.
Mostly because hearing sheep and lambs and shepherds sing while simultaneously tugging at their headpieces and trying to look brave under the spotlights gets me every time.
And mostly because of two golden haired angels in long white robes and gold tinsel halos standing in the back of the room smiling at me and singing glory to God in the highest and peace to all men on earth.
And mostly because that is what Christmas is all about.
And it wouldn’t be Christmas if I didn’t tell you the innkeepers’ wife story.
I know you’ve heard it before.
I’m like that.
If you are friends with me for more than five minutes you are guaranteed to hear a story at least twice and three times over a good cup of coffee. And so here it is again….along with all the Christmas pictures I forgot to show you because I was inviting people over to my house from the choir loft and trying to remember to bake homemade cookies.
I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy telling it.
When I was younger….I knew that I knew…..that I knew….
….I was going to make it onto Star Search.
To me….it wasn’t really a question of if….more of a question of when.
You see….I knew that one day I was going to be discovered singing quietly to myself in aisle seven of Wal-Mart. The notes would dance softly across the polished linoleum floors….into the waiting ears of a big Hollywood agent who would immediately….on bended knee….offer to represent me.
And then he would whisk me away to the Star Search stage…..
….to a world of fame and fortune and a long and illustrious singing career.
It was going to be amazing.
I couldn’t wait to see my name in lights.
Except for one, tiny, insignificant, often-overlooked, miniscule detail.
I couldn’t sing.
Not even a note.
I can remember trying out for the solo part in “Away in the Manger” in the Christmas program at church.
I sat at the piano in the music room with the choir director as she listened to my enthusiastic over-the-top-complete-with-choreography-totally-off-key rendition of the song.
And after the first verse….she stopped me quickly with an awkward smile and asked me if I was nervous….
….and offered to play the song on the piano for me so I could hear the notes.
I took this as an encouragement.
Step 2 in the audition process.
And so I sang louder and stronger with more gusto and proceeded to act out the entire first verse of the song.
And when I finished…..
…..she sat there for a moment without saying a word.
Then…in a sweet and gentle voice….she told me that she loved my dramatic song interpretation….especially the part when the cattle were lowing.
And even though she thought that I would have made an amazing soloist….she had decided…..with moves like that…..
….I would make the perfect innkeeper’s wife.
And I was.
An amazing non-singing innkeeper’s wife that is.
I never sang a solo in that children’s choir.
But life went on.
And I grew up and got married and had four children and moved to a farmhouse in the middle of no where.
However….the story doesn’t end there.
Last week….I sat in a church pew and waited with anticipation as two golden-haired, blue-eyed twins in matching angel costumes with gold halos…..stood up to sing one of my favorite Christmas carols….
….Away in the Manger.
And as the piano started to play the first notes of the song….I held my breath and listened…..
…..as two tiny clear voices rang out loud and strong.
Every note in tune.
Every note as clear as a bell.
They finished that long ago chapter and sang the song that I never could…..
….with voices straight from my heart.
PS They didn’t add any choreography…..but don’t worry….I had it covered.
PPS Merry, merry Christmas week from our house to yours. 🙂