There has been a lot of talk, lately, about memories and sharing them. Recently I was part of a conversation about Christmas pageants and the funny stories we all have to go with them. Several of us had happy, and funny, stories to share. We had sung "We Three Kings," during the worship service, which is what had brought on the memories.
The two I thought of went with the hymn and both involved my Dad. He was one of the "kings" in each pageant. The first one he moved down the aisle with an interesting gait making a person wonder what was in the package he was carrying. He was having a good time and so were the kids watching him.
The second time was a part of a service I had where the "kings" were supposed to interrupt the worship service. There was a script each was allowed to vary as they would like but they were supposed to come back to the script so I knew where we were. Dad, of course, ignored this while grinning at me (where no one else could see) the whole time.
In both cases we got through it but like I often say -- sometimes you have to laugh or you will start screaming!