The littlest sheep

So, I have just one child, and he's my ticket to all the fun of having a kid at Christmas. So I made the perhaps ill-advised decision to sign him up for the Christmas pageant as "little sheep" (as opposed to the big one with horns, below).


He was, by far, the youngest child in the pageant, requiring me to spot him as he trooped up to the stable with the rambunctious horde of sheep. The pageant director just smiled welcomingly and recommended that I don a sheep helmet too, so I would fit in.

So I did.

(Side note: that little boy in the red vest was the Rogue Sheep of Everlasting Cuteness. Yes, he had a sheep helmet too. Yes, he took it off before reaching the stable. When the pageant director suggested we open with prayer and invite God into this place, he said loudly, "Yeah, where's God??!!" as if God had let him down by not showing up. He continued to ask this throughout the prayer. I thought it was both relevant and profound)



Note the lion and leopard. Their job was to lie down with the lambs. I understand they just stood there, though.

Singing "The Friendly Beasts"


This is me, sheep sitting. Had to give the ones to my left a talking-to at one point as they were singing the ABCs loudly during carols (they were old enough to know better).

Isaiah even showed up!

I'd like to think he's pondering it and treasuring it up in his heart. More likely, he's just enjoying the taste of his first gingerbread.

Thank you for your hospitality, everyone, even to a very very little sheep.