Today DD passed the Baby Jesus to Mary like a world-class scrum half

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As the beginning of Away in a Manger was played, with all of the adorable children sitting like angels

It was really funny

Miss Nativity plays now that my dc are older.
Love these stories

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Mary gets a sheep (?) in a headlock in this one

I'm sitting here crying laughing at "baby jesus gets fecked backwards". Classics please!!

My niece went to a very very Catholic infant school.

In the nativity, after reading a line about God being a shining star or something, she grabbed the microphone and, looking straight into the priest's eyes, said "I don't believe in God".

There was an audible gasp, then an audible giggle, then one child started crying which set others off. Chaos.

After the Christmas break, my niece and her parents were brought to several meetings at the school as she's started off a wave of atheism among the infant schoolers.

She was 4. She's now 14 and we still talk about this every Christmas.

Loving the 'baby Jesus fecked backwards ' description 😱😂

Loving this thread.

My DD started secondary in September, her school has a specialty in music so lots of good singers and musicians. The Christmas concert ran like a well oiled machine with performances of a universally high standard. My god it was dull.

I really missed the noise and chaos of overexcited, out of tune primary children in a random assortment of costumes shuffling and banging on and off stage.

@kierenthecommunity your pyjamas description made me laugh out loud. In a crowded café 😂

‘The shepherds started it’ crying now. In a crowded café

Love this thread.
My kids are teens and I miss the primary concert/play and tinies doing the nativity. Never dull😂

At 3 years old my ds kidnapped baby Jesus from the crib to give him a kiss. Put him back in the crib and sat back down. Nearly at the end off the nativity he got baby Jesus out again at which point Mary had a hissy fit, grabbed baby Jesus back by the legs and proceeded to whack ds over the head a few times with him, the whole nativity descended into utter chaos. I was laughing so hard that the video was unwatchable, asked my friend for a copy of her video and same thing, couldn't watch it because it was shaking so much!

DS has always been an enthusiastic, if not overly talented performer. His first nativity, at nursery, and I was about 7 months pregnant.

He got VERY into one of the lovely songs about bells in Bethlehem, but this translated into him standing at back in his shepherd's robe yelling
"DONG" "DONG" "DONG"

He then leapt into the middle of the room and started eating handfuls of glitter from the floor, giving me his most loving, sparkly grin.

And yes, I have the video

Name changed for this because it would totally out me!

Our church nativities are things of pure comedy - they include all primary age children and are a highlight every year to watch.

One year, about 10min into the nativity, a look of horror spread among those on stage, followed by frantic whispers and gesticulations. No one in the congregation could quite work out what was wrong but the spreading panic was quite humorous enough on its own. Suddenly the husband of the Sunday school teacher who ran the nativity each year (and who is a totally uptight drama teacher in real life who just cannot cope with kids and parents who don’t take it as seriously as a west end audition ) shot up from his pew and ran into the back corridor. A few minutes later he tried to slink back in as unobtrusively as possible (pretty impossible considering he is a 6’5 rugby player) to place the MISSING BABY JESUS in the manger! It was just in time because about 30seconds later was the announcement that Jesus had been born. By this point the congregation was crying with laughter. It turned out the younger sibling of one of the actors had taken a fancy to the baby Jesus doll and carted it off to the crèche at the start of the service!

The best one however was the year when the Inn Keeper and the donkey were siblings and halfway through the first verse of silent night which was being sung beautifully by a girl about age 10 (I think), the Inn keeper decided his donkey sister needed a shove. Unfortunately the sweet little donkey was right behind the manger and when she got a shove she knocked into the manger which then tumbled; baby, swaddling and all, down the steps of the platform. Real tears were shed and the Inn Keeper and donkey’s parents slunk lower into their seats than I have ever seen.

The best I ever saw was one my niece was in. It was a rural village nativity, which had a cast of thousands, including, for some reason, a set of scarecrows.

One of the scarecrows’ mums had had the bright idea of threading a broom handle through the sleeves and across the back of her little boy’s shoulders, creating a convincing scarecrow form.

Seemed like a great idea. All was going well until he turned round quickly and wiped out a couple of angels with his arms. Then turned the other way and took out a shepherd. His mother was getting more and more frantic, hissing his name in a stage whisper, trying to get him to keep still, while he twisted from side to side laying waste to all around him.

It was priceless