Grandma and Grandpa Sowby joined us for dinner one Sunday evening. I thought it would be fun to have the children act out the Nativity. It didn't quite go as spiritually, smoothly and calmly as I imagined. It didn't help that the 15 year old insisted on being a cow instead of the angel, but Grandma made a nice angel substitute. Which worked out nicely, I'm not sure Grandma would have accepted the assignment to have been a cow... not that a cow is needed in a Nativity play, but Megan insisted it was.
The donkey became more of the main focus than it should have been. But that's what happens when a 4 year old insists on being a donkey instead of Joseph. I wish we had practiced the Little Donkey song more, when he spontaneously decided to sing it.
All in all, it was a simple way to remind us what the real meaning of Christmas is.