With Christmas coming their way soon,
All are getting frantic,
Making plans and assigning roles,
For the winter pageant.
But by and by the claws come out,
An ugly scene indeed,
As each mother becomes convinced,
Her child play the lead.
For it could not be Candy Lynn,
That would just be scary,
A girl who goes to second base,
To play Mother Mary?
They cast Joanne’s boy as Joseph,
Goodness what have they done?
Surely not for his acting but,
‘Cause he’s the pastor’s son.
Little Ron as Baby Jesus,
A strange choice for the savior,
At 6 foot 4 most really doubt,
He’ll fit into the manger.
So the day of the play arrives,
Parents mad and snobby,
Tension you can cut like a knife,
As they crowd the lobby.
Mrs. Smith and Winters argue,
And it ends bitterly,
In a fight where both nearly fall,
Over the balcony.
And Mrs. Adams is outraged,
Her feelings run amuck,
See if she brings her prized meatballs,
To the church’s potluck.
But the play goes off well enough,
Despite drama and doubt,
And the many props that fell and,
Mikes that kept going out.
The children had a lot of fun,
In their acting premier,
But most would never act again,
Or participate next year.
And though they will not admit it,
I think deep down they know,
It was the sheep and not the leads,
That really stole the show.
And in the end we’re all left with,
Those few bitter mothers,
Now just a bunch of old ladies,
Who still hate each other.