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?