It may still be Advent, but tonight we had our Children’s Christmas Pageant complete with an informal Eucharist. The script allowed everyone, including adults, to participate in one way or another. Dozens of sheep, a bevy of angels complete with wings, animals of every kind and shepherds of all sizes and ages gathered about the manger. Seven or eight youth offered their musical talents, and many carols were sung. Most everyone in town will attest that our “Midnight Mass” on Christmas Eve is the best that Anglican tradition, liturgy and choral music have to offer, but for the sheer joy of celebrating the Nativity there is nothing that can compare to the children’s pageant. This semi-rehearsed and often spontaneous event is filled with laughter and tears of joy and is the best, the very best. In the light of the pageant I really don’t care what the Archbishop’s Advent letter says or what Kendal Harmon thinks. It’s all marginal drivel in the light of children telling the Christmas story.