Below is the children’s story poster earlier today. Some had problems viewing it — so we made some edits — and hopefully have it for you now. ENJOY — and Merry Christmas.
Robinson, Barbara (2011). The Best Christmas Pageant Ever. New York: Harper Collins.
There were six of them — Ralph, Imogene, Leroy, Claude, Ollie, and Gladys.They were skinny and stringy haired and dirty and all different sizes, with all different black – and – blue places where they had clonked each other.
They lived over a garage, and when they didn’t have anything else to do, they would bang the garage door up and down and try to squash each other…or the mailman…or their crazy one-eyed cat.
Everybody stayed away from them. Then one day they showed up in Sunday school.They stole all the money out of the collection plate and drew mustaches on everybody in the Bible. And, though nobody knows how, they took over our annual Christmas pageant.
Our Christmas pageant is always the same — kids in bathrobes and bed sheets, acting out the story of Mary, Joseph, and the Baby Jesus being born. Everybody knows the story…everybody but the Herdmans.
That didn’t stop them from picking out the best parts for themselves.”I’ll be Mary,” Imogene yelled, “and Ralph, he’ll be the Joseph.” Everyone else was afraid to volunteer. That left three Herdmans — Leroy, Claude, and Ollie — to be Wise Men, and the worst Herdman of them all to be the Angel of the Lord. “Me!” Gladys hollered. “I’ll be that … what is it?”
So then somebody had to read the whole story to them — about the star and the shepherds, and how “there was no room at the inn… “The Herdmans were shocked.
“They stuck them out in the barn?” Imogene yelped. “And they tied Jesus up in rags and put him in a feed box! At least we put Gladys in a bureau drawer!”
Then they heard about the Wise Men bringing gifts of oil and frankincense. Claude said, “What good is smelly oil? If we’re the Wise Men, let’s bring pizza.”
Every year someone lent us their baby to be Jesus. Not this year. Nobody would trust a Herdman with their baby, so Imogene offered to steal one from the supermarket.”There’s always babies in carts there, ” she said. “Umm, let’s forget about a baby,” someone said.We used a doll instead.
Every rehearsal was an adventure.Leroy wanted to chase the mean innkeeper out of town, and Claude and Ollie wanted to run off with the baby to keep him safe. Imogene said she wouldn’t name him Jesus, She would name him Bill, and she wouldn’t let the Wise Men worship him. “Get away from that baby!” she barked at them. “You might have germs.”
When Gladys found out the Angel of the Lord appeared out of nowhere in the black of night, she was sure it was out of Amazing Comics. “Shazam!” she yelled, smacking the kid next to her. Gladys like to smack things. Our Mary was loud and bossy, the Wise Men were sneaky, and the Angel of the Lord came from outer space.
This was going to the worst Christmas pageant ever.
Some people wanted to cancel the whole thing. The minister said, “I don’t think anyone will come to see it.” But they were all wrong. Everybody came…just to see what the Herdmans would do. When the curtain opened, Ralph and Imogene stood in the wings, frozen, as if they weren’t sure what to do.They weren’t pushing or hitting or being Herdmas. The chorus waited and hummed, hummed, and waited, like an old refrigerator.
When they finally came in, Imogene had slung the Baby Jesus doll over her shoulder. Then she thumped it on its back, twice, hard.There was a gasp. It didn’t seem right to burp the Baby Jesus. But that was the whole point of Jesus. He was a real person, and he started out as a real baby.
His parents were real, too…as real as Imogene, with her veil all crooked, and Ralph, with his hair sticking out, as if they had slept in their clothes, out in the barn.
Just like the real story.
Then came Gladys from behind the shepherds, shoving them out of the way and stepping on everyone’s feet. “Hey!” she yelled. “Unto you a child is born! He’s in the barn!” She made it sound like it was the best news in the world.
Right behind Gladys came the Wise Men, but they didn’t have the usual frankincense and gold, and oil…and they didn’t have a pizza. Instead, Leroy was carrying something big and heavy. It was a ham from the Herdman’s food basket. The church gave them one every year. The Herdmans had never before given anything away except clonks on the head, so you had to be impressed. The Herdmans were giving the Baby Jesus their Christmas ham!
Then the Wise Men were supposed to leave and go home, but instead they just sat down. Actually, it seemed like the right thing to do. After all, they had come a long way, and you wouldn’t expect them just to hand over the ham and leave. It seemed natural, too, to burp a baby who might be fussy or tired, and for someone to tell people where the baby was so they wouldn’t have to wander all over the place.
Somehow every wrong thing the Herdmans did seemed right and natural.
And then, as everyone sang “Silent Night,” Imogene started to cry.In the candlelight her face was all shiny with tears — awful old Imogene, in her crookedy veil, crying as if Christmas had just come over her all at once. When everyone left the church that night, it was cold and clear, with crunchy snow underfoot and bright, bright stars in the sky.
Everyone said there was something different this time, something special.
And though nobody could say exactly what that something was, everyone agreed…
It was the best Christmas pageant ever!