Christmas?

I hate getting dressed up.  I especially hate getting dressed up on a Saturday afternoon for live theater.  It’s so unnecessary.   But my wife and mother both told me it was required.  What could I do? I sat in the theater, wearing a suit and tie, on a Saturday afternoon in December. I was resentful and hating. Bah, humbug. 

The play was called “The Best Christmas Pageant Ever.”

I’m watching the show and thinking about all the work I needed to get done.  Grrrr.  Stupid play.

At some point, a brat of a character named Gladys jumps out, in angel costume, and yells “SHAZZAM! For unto you a child is born” and she pointed right at me.

It was like taking a punch to the gut.  I was mugged by Christmas. It snuck up on me and laid me out.  All my resentments and grumpiness drained away.  

I have to pay attention this time of year, or I’ll miss the point.  How about you?