Nativity read to live guitar music by Amber & Nate
Christmas story by Melissa
Song on Guitar sung by everyone by Jake
Sharing of personal thoughts/personal story from the year by Ariel & Brian
Christmas Story by Nikki & Mike
Thoughts shared by Rachel
Song on Guitar by Glen
It is a sweet memory for my mother, as we (and I mean "I" am not teasing or instigating laughter) are quiet and reverent in honor of the true meaning of Christmas. My mother is always in tears, and it is fun for us to put together for her.
This year Nikki was not able to come as she was with her family while Mike is in Afghanistan. Mike was supposed to email home this neat story they had read together prior for me to read in lieu of them being gone. However the story wasn't emailed in time and so I googled "true meaning of Christmas stories" and this was the first one to come up: The Fir Tree by Hans Christian Anderson. I of course knew the author, and scrolled to the bottom of the story to read reviews as I didn't have time to read the story because the program would start soon. The reviews all were positive and talked about the "sweet spirit it brought to our home" and what not. So I printed it and sat in the living room to await my part of the program
For my part I shared a Christmas poem that I had found before in preparation, and the program continued and was very sweet. The story of The Fir Tree was to follow some neat thoughts of Ariel & Brian's from the previous year. There really was a tender mood in the room. Then I began to share my story.
It was the WORST.
I am a story teller. I love to entertain, so when I read a story I don't just READ it... I take full part of the experience I am sharing. In short, as the story progressed even though it sort of lacked any kind of interesting aspects I still kept everyone's attention. It was as if SOMETHING would happen next in the story to make it have anything to do with Christmas at all. This is my summary of the story:
I am a fir tree. Boo, I am too small. Boo I am too big. Where are they taking those other trees? To become boats... not fair! To be decorated... not fair! Sigh. Wait! I am being cut down! This is extremely painful! ugh. Yay! I am being decorated! This is the best day ever! Wait! They are throwing me in the attic? So sad. complain complain. I will tell the mice and rats my story. They are bored and leave? sad. Wait. I am being dragged to the street. My leaves are broken. I am being trampled on. They burn me. The end.
Not even joking. Worst story ever. Also, it took 20 minutes to tell. After I ended the story... these are the closing lines... by the way... "However, that was over now--the Tree gone, the story at an end. All, all was over; every tale must end at last."... my family just looked up at me. My brother said "are you serious?" and then everyone burst into laughter! I was mortified. I had ruined the program. Okay, mortified for a second and then I joined the laughter and the cursing of the stupid story! It was the WORST. The stupid tree complained the whole time and then it died. My mom stopped laughing for a second and said "the moral of the story is the live in the moment, because it only gets worse." We all stopped laughing and looked at her, and then burst out laughing again. It was the worst moral ever. ever. Anyways, yup... I ruined the program... and told the worst story ever. I apologized profusely and we laughed harder as this Christmas will go down in infamy as the year Melissa read the story about the Fir Tree.
If you think I am kidding, read the story: (Hans Christian Anderson lost major marks in my book this year). THE FIR TREE by Hans Christian Anderson
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