Christmas time is here......

Ahh, Christmas. There is not one thing that I dislike about the holiday season- I love the beautiful Christmas trees, lit with shiny, blinking lights, the woodsy smell of the balsam fir, eggnog (who doesn't love eggnog?!) and the general sense of good will and cheer. I even love the shopping- I know, crazy!

The Christmas season always makes me think back to a Christmas performance I once did in college. A bunch of other homeschooled kids and I were attending the local community college. We all joined a "glee club" of sorts that put on performances throughout the year so our parents could sleep at night, knowing we had filled our social and cultural quota for the year.



For Christmas, our director had decided that we should sing a compilation of various new and favorite Christmas songs. She decided this in JUNE. We practiced and practiced for SIX LONG MONTHS- learning Christmas songs, choreographing dances around a rotating inflatable Frosty.....It was RIDICULOUS.


Opening night came, and we were ready! (We had A FULL HOUSE!) We were decked out in our hideous Christmas costumes on, we sprayed our hair up to high heaven, and then sprayed the bottom of our dancing shoes with whatever hairspray was left so we wouldn't slip on stage. (FAMOUS LAST WORDS. I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING YOU.)


We made it about halfway through the musical when we started singing "Frosty the Snowman" and dancing in a circle around Frosty. As we were dancing, little white soapy puffs ("snowflakes")start falling from the ceiling.



THIS was not in the script.



(We all know I am not the most graceful when walking and talking, let alone dancing and singing around an inflatable 10 foot snowman with soap suds falling from the ceiling.) As soon as I get right in front of Frosty, I slip. And fall. FLAT ON MY FACE.



I remember laying there on the stage, wondering exactly what had happened.....and why people were jumping over me. Then I realized. OHMYWORD I AM ON THE FLOOR.


In my delusional state of a concussion from FALLING ON MY FACE ON STAGE, I thought maybe (MAYBE) no one had seen me.



No.



EVERYONE (my parents, my grandma, my uncles, my friends, my director, my neighbors, my aunt's cousin's step brother twice removed) came up to me after our performance, detailing their reaction the moment I fell......("LAWSY, when you fell, honey child, I could've sworn you done broke your collar bone and smashed in that pretty face of yours....")


OHMYWORD.

They say time heals all wounds, even the bruises on your ego (and parts of your body you didn't know could hurt so bad). With time, the Frosty Debacle was forgotten.(Praise Jesus, Joy to the world!) Or so I thought.

So, today a friend called me and left me a voicemail: "Hey, I was listening to some Christmas music, Frosty the Snowman, actually, and remember that time in the Isotones, when you FELL in front of everybody??!"

Whoever said time heals all wounds?

THEY LIED.