It's not the Friendly Beasts I'm worried about...

There are plenty of traditions around Christmastime. One of the traditions we have at our church is the "Cherub Choir" (made up of 4-5 year-olds) singing in costume the Friendly Beasts song.

Hannah is still young enough to be in the Cherub Choir, so she was part of the Friendly Beasts song this year. She played an angel. About a month before the performance, she told me that she was almost nearly 100% sure that since she was playing an angel, she would get to be hung from cords in the sanctuary and fly around the room while singing the song.

Her imagination is cute like that.

Somehow the glitter and sparkle of her tinsel wings and halo took her mind off her lofty imagination and (despite the fact that she didn't get to fly) she performed like an angel that night. (Get it, angel? hehehe) Her cousin Micah had a solo part playing the donkey. He belted his part out so loud that I think even the church across the street heard him.

All the little "friendly beasts" performed beautifully. The mass number of parents and grandparents wielding cameras and camcorders got exactly what they came to enjoy. While there were a few waves and one polite push from our little cherubs on stage, there were no major malfunctions. No shepherds picking their noses or angels lifting their dresses. And no one fell off the stage, which is a plus.

When it was all over, there was a great sigh of relief that it all came off without a hitch. It's not like we really needed to worry anyway. It's the Cherub Choir. They can pretty much do no wrong.

That particular night, however, it was not the friendly beasts that I worried about. It was my six year-old boy and the adorable eight year-old girl who sat in front of him. It seemed to me that they were a whole different kind of "friendly" that night.

They talked during the entire rehearsal before the service. It was funny because after nearly 30 minutes of talking, Jonah said to her, "Umm... what's your name?" Smooth, son. Smooth. Then they proceeded to pass notes during the entire Night of Music. I saved some of the notes. I just couldn't resist. (I mean, what if by some crazy twist of fate, Jonah ends up marrying this little girl? I want to be able to pull out these notes and say, "See? I was there when it all began.") I'm not one of those weirdo parents. Really. I promise.

Check this note out:

It says, "Mary Christmas Jonah. Will you be my friend pleese? Happy days and gifts. Peace on earth. I ^love love love love like you." That last part is the part that worries me.

The second note was a little more missionary-ish in style. Check it out:

This one says, "Do you like to sing? I like to sing. Thanks for being my friend. I relly like you. John 3:16 for God so loved the would that he gave Us his son to die for our sin. God loves you." I might like this girl.

But boy am I glad our church doesn't hang any mistletoe. That's all I'm sayin' about that.