Christmas Eve Inspiration and Entertainment

Dinosaur Boy

Dinosaur Boy

Our church has two Christmas Eve services – an earlier one for families with young children and a later candlelight service.  We usually attend the second service.  However, this year I went to the earlier service with my son and his family.  It was a lovely service but certainly different than I was used to.  Today I was telling my sister-in-law about all that had transpired and we were both laughing so hard that I could barely talk.  Luckily, I can laugh and type at the same time.  Let me tell you how the evening went.

Our grandson is quite the dinosaur enthusiast.  He can correctly identify so many different types of dinosaurs that it makes my head spin.  On Christmas Eve, he insisted on taking his current “dino d’jour”, a pterodactyl, to church.  After singing a series of secular and then religious holiday songs, our pastor invited the children to come up to the front and sit on the stage for a special story time.  Our little Mika and her brother headed up.  I noticed that Luke had his dinosaur in hand.  Our pastor hoisted Luke up on his lap so that he could see over the heads of the bigger kids.  As the story was read, I’d occasionally notice Luke’s hand rise in the air,  “flying” his dinosaur.

Rooaar!

Rooaar!

The storyteller was reading “The Crippled Lamb” by Max Lucado.  It’s a lovely tale about a crippled little lamb whose handicap proves to be a blessing to the newborn Christ-child.  As I kept one eye on the story and one eye on Luke, a young lad near the front of the stage caught my attention.  He was sitting next to the little table where our church Advent wreath and candles were placed.  All of the candles were lit except for the Christ candle, which would be lit that evening.  Most of the children were facing away from us, watching the storyteller but this little guy had grown a little restless and was facing the congregation.  As he sat on the edge of the stage, he noticed the table and started idly pulling on the edge of the tablecloth covering the table.  Oh, oh…I had visions of the Advent wreath and those candles going flying if he gave a good tug.  I think many a parent was sitting on the edge of their seat ready to spring into action if it looked like disaster was eminent.

Our little paleontologists

Our little paleontologists

Speaking of “springing into action,”  just as the story was getting into high gear, I noticed a flurry of activity.  Two young sisters (we’re talking maybe ages 4 and 7) had gotten into a fight onstage.  They were vigorously slapping each other.  It was sort of like watching a kangaroo boxing match.  I bit my tongue to keep from chuckling but can’t claim that I was any more successful than many others in the congregation who were trying not to snicker.  Our storyteller gracefully called their names and gave them a “look” and went right on with the story without missing a beat.

Success!  The story was finished and the children all filed back to their seats.  Then it was time for the lighting of the last Advent candle.  A young family from church came up to the front with their children, which included three young boys and a new baby girl.   The staff arranged the boys to sit on the edge of the stage while the parents (with Mom holding the baby) stood behind the little table and read Scripture verses and prepared to light the candle.

Oh, oh, the oldest boy was the young fellow who had been tugging on the tablecloth earlier.  He must have gotten bored in the middle of all of this so he stood up and wandered over to stand onstage behind his parents.  They were standing several steps below him, which apparently gave him the idea of giving both of his parents “rabbit ears” while they tried to keep a straight face and continue with their reading.  If it had been me up there, I know I would have lost it and dissolved into gales of laughter but bless their hearts, they kept going and someone came up and grabbed the young man and led him back to his spot, this time sitting beside him.

The Arranger

The Arranger

Soon the Christ candle was lit and it was time for a closing prayer and we all filed out of the sanctuary.  Since it was almost Christmas, there were lots of hugs and well-wishes amongst those who had gathered in the foyer.  Also in the foyer was a large Nativity scene.  We’re talking shepherds that were about 4 feet tall and other figures around that size.  The stable was even larger to house the holy couple and Baby Jesus.

As I chatted with a friend, I happened to glance over at the Nativity and noticed that my granddaughter was directing my grandson to rearrange the Nativity set.  Luke was trying to drag one of the Wise Men where Mika was pointing.

“Excuse me, ” I gulped and I made a dash for the stable just as Mika headed in to move Jesus.  Have I mentioned that my granddaughter loves to arrange things in precise scenarios that sometimes only she can see?  Luckily the Nativity scene was saved to make an appearance for another year.

Yes, I got a whole different perspective on a Christmas Eve service this year and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

 

  • karyn

    KIds and Christmas programs are the BEST! Love it!

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