Maggie’s school just had their Christmas show. To say I had low expectations, would be an understatement. In my experience, Christmas shows are painful. Long, endless productions where you watch your kid and look at your watch.
Maggie was chosen to be Mary. I am not sure if this is because she is the best actress, or because her dad is a priest and they wanted to win favor…either way, she was thrilled.
She practiced relentlessly. She sang non-stop. She was nervous. We crowded into her school auditorium. Standing room only. As we waited for it to begin, I heard countless different languages being spoken around me. I always love that. People from all parts of the world, living in Cascais, Portugal for various reasons, all choosing to send their precious kids to this Christian school.
The play started with kids welcoming the audience in 15 different languages. Kids proudly speaking in their native tongues. Then the narrators took over. One was Greek and the other American. They did a comedy bit where the Greek pretended to not believe in Jesus and the American moved the story along until the Greek believed. Cute.
Maggie shined as Mary. You could see her true goodness radiate from her onstage and she was not alone in her enthusiasm. Her classmates sang and acted their hearts out. I was brought to tears to see teenagers and 6 year olds singing beside each other. They all appeared happy. I saw no embarrassment. I saw no resentment. I saw joy. A delight.
Being around people from all over the world has been so good for my daughter. She is understanding that Christmas is celebrated differently everywhere, but for those who believe the importance of the holiday is universal.