A placid, sweet-faced donkey named Bentley patiently carried a young Mary on his back.
You had to grin when you noticed Mary's gym socks peeking out below her hem.
A small choir of baby angels in white satin dresses, gold tinsel halos, and feathered wings;
all so excited, so beautiful.
A crowd of rowdy shepherds herding their single sheep; named Doug.
You had to grin when you noticed Doug nibbling on the toes of nearby little girl.
A choir of adults singing carols to tell the Christmas story.
You had to grin when the young guitar player and drummer began to rock Joy to the World.
And then the shepherds moved to the manger, in front of the angel choir.
Tough to see around those big boys.
One little angel couldn't see at all. And that just wouldn't do.
So she stood on her tippy-tippy toes,
propped herself on two sets of shoulders and peeked around.
No way was she going to miss seeing what was in that manger.
And it hit me.
That's exactly what the angels did in heaven that night so long ago.
They were so excited they just couldn't wait to see for themselves.
They just had to sing about it.
They filled the very heavens with their song.
A multitude of the heavenly hosts.
Filling the sky.
Glory to God in the highest.
And on Earth peace, good will toward men.