I told the teacher I had to go.
"Really," I pleaded.
"There isn't time," she said. "We're on next and you’re one of the angels watching over the manger."
"I can't wait," I said. "I'll hurry."
"We're on now," she said, giving me a push into the spotlight.
I made it to the back of the crib where the Christ child lay, and then I could hold it no longer.
It started as a trickle down my leg then spread beneath my long white dress and soaked into the hay.
It was such blessed relief, I'm sure I looked angelic.
"Really," I pleaded.
"There isn't time," she said. "We're on next and you’re one of the angels watching over the manger."
"I can't wait," I said. "I'll hurry."
"We're on now," she said, giving me a push into the spotlight.
I made it to the back of the crib where the Christ child lay, and then I could hold it no longer.
It started as a trickle down my leg then spread beneath my long white dress and soaked into the hay.
It was such blessed relief, I'm sure I looked angelic.
