But I Don’t Wanna Be An Angel…

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When I was about 5 years old, my parents volunteered me to be part of a live outdoor nativity scene in front of the electric power company where my dad worked.

I remember how miserably cold and uncomfortable it was, standing perfectly still in the frosty night air for what seemed like hours, under the glare of blinding spotlights. But the worst part was how disappointed I felt, because they would not let me be Mother Mary. I wanted to be Mary so bad, I almost could not stand it!

But alas, with my curly blonde hair, it was a given that I had to be an angel. πŸ˜€

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