The high point is always the angels

The town hall is decked with childrenfor the Christmas pageant.Joseph, on stage in the crèche,looks remarkably like his father,in the borrowed silk bathrobe;three wise men, bowing with myrrh and gold,smirk at each other secretly;the fifth-grade shepherds keep watch on the audienceand a younger sister whispering, "Hi William, hi."

The motley children are not awedby the drama they depict, except for Mary,who is shy but has grown certainin her role. She smiles benignlyat the wise men, then at the mangerwhere the little baby is supposed to be.

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