There's a huge market for children's nativities. Certainly putting one on guarantees a posse of doting parents along with the rest of their friends and family who want nothing more than to see their little one all dressed up in the cutest nativity garb performing beautifully. Actually strike that. Beautifully is not what we really want, is it now. We want hilarious. Antics that mean You Tube would be a definite possibility if the organisers of said nativity hadn't told us that any videoing (why don't we call it dvding now) was strictly for personal use and not to be put on any social networking sites etc. Boo hiss. Spoil our fun won't you. Obviously the million actual You Tube funny nativities were filmed by people without any conscience.
Kai's been in two so far - school and church. At nursery we were excited for singing whilst on mummy's knee and once he did manage to get back into the genuine performance he kept us amused by sitting when everyone was standing and then standing when everyone was sitting. A total improvement on his last nursery gig, with a glimpse of his true potential showing through. I would, of course, love to reveal this all to you but I don't think you'd class as personal use. Sorry. The one advantage of sitting on mummy's knee is we did get to video, I mean dvd, sorry...... film him at close range. And what a beautiful shepherd he was. Yes, I know he wasn't Joseph, or Angel Gabriel, or the innkeeper but shepherds are cool (she says through gritted teeth and a wonderfully fixed smile).
Onwards and upward. Nativity number two, held at our church. Still a shepherd. His choice actually. Nothing to do with the fact that he'd been bought a shepherd's outfit by his Auntie Jeanie who felt we were one family who might just get to use it. Of course he could lose the lamb and it would have been a great Joseph outfit or even an innkeeper. What am I talking about, he did lose the lamb. And the staff. And the headdress. And eventually the whole costume, but not until he had dutifully sat front stage with his mate Samuel (who was a cow) throughout all the scenes not requiring him. Time for the shepherds and he'd gone. Behind the organ, fighting with Samuel the cow and eventually got trapped between the floor pedals only to be rescued by Uncle Des. When I say rescued we're talking major achievement. All I saw from the corner of my eye, was Des's rear end as he climbed over the stage, narrowly missing the Christmas tree, and dragging Kai out from under the organ. There were lots of tears but who cared, because Millie was on stage!!
Who's Millie I can hear you mutter. Well remember her name please. Millie aka Emelia Geake. Note the spelling of Emelia, not Amelia, so she wouldn't be A Geake. Truesay! Honestly, every actor there ever was, every successful director including Spielberg, need to watch their back. Millie is after their job. She is amazing. Five years old and she owned, I mean literally owned, that stage. From the 'mummy I'm the only true Mary' to 'mummy they're all touching the baby' to grabbing poor baby Jesus from her much younger friend who was also a Mary (unrecognised by Millie, obviously) all this and more. So much more. Never have I known or even seen a thespian so young, so talented, so ambitious, so convinced of their divine right to be on the stage, so creative, so luvvie. Well, not for a good 46 years or so. What I love so much about Millie is she reminded me of someone. Someone I know really well, someone I watched frequently, through the looking glass. Millie was me!
So maybe don't bother remembering her name unless it's to eventually find her blog. Where as a young but middle-aged, gorgeous but well rounded, Mimi she records her fanciful thoughts and musings in a bid to fulfil her own need for a bit of creativity in her world. A little bit of Millie in my life keeps me entertained. Got to love that girl!
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