Tuesday, December 17, 2013
How the Grinch Stole Christmas
I dreaded attending the play because my mind raced with things I needed to do. I decided if the performance did not excite me, I would leave at intermission.
Surprise! This was one of the best plays I've ever seen. My senses exploded with imagery. Children danced in colorful costumes and their songs melted my heart. Carol Smucker did a fabulous job playing the piano.
I wonder how Nancy Davis directed this performance. She overcame the challenges of the children ranging in ages. Even the toddlers performed perfectly and never forgot their lines.
But the backdrop of a snow-capped village fascinated me. Not even the green-faced Grinch could steal the wonder of Christmas.
The big, bad Grinch thought he could rob Christmas from Whoville. He donned a Santa Claus suit and made his dog wear antlers like a reindeer. The Grinch kicked the canine, gave him orders, pushed him off the sleigh, and made the dog pull the sled. (The child who portrayed the dog was great).
Ole' Grinch stole the food, the decorations, the presents, and even the Christmas tree. He knew he would destroy the holiday. "Now I want to see how those kids will observe Christmas since I've taken all their stuff," grumbled the big, bad Grinch.
Grinch was shocked at the reaction of the Whos from Whoville. The children just danced and sang carols celebrating Christmas without any gifts. The Grinch could not steal the holiday because it was in their hearts.
The Grinch's heart grew two sizes larger and he returned what he had stolen. He joined the actors on stage celebrating a Merry Christmas.
I wish my blogger friends a joyful Christmas that will bless your hearts throughout the New Year.
--Luke 2:11 (KJV)
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