"What's the play about?" Imogene asked. "It's about Jesus," I said.
Well. It was the best Christmas pageant we ever had.
Everybody said so, but nobody seemed to know why. There was something special, everyone said - they couldn't put their finger on what.
For years, I'd thought about the wonder of Christmas, and the mystery of Jesus' birth, and never really understood it. But now because of the Herdmans, it didn't seem so mysterious after all.
It seemed to me that they had improved the pageant a lot, just by doing what came naturally - like burping the baby, for instance, or thinking a ham would make a better present than a lot of perfumed oil.
As Gladys who plays the Angel of the Lord, with her skinny legs and dirty sneakers sticking out from under her robe, yells at all of us, the message is as clear and simple as the LIGHT of the Christ candle that glows on the eve of Jesus' birth.
Hey! Unto you a child is born.
Hey! Unto you a child is born.
THE END
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