Brown tights.
Thats all I think of when someone mentions Nativity plays.
To set the scene, the teachers pets all got the best roles and the other boys and girls were either shepherds or angels. I was not happy to be an angel when I should have been Angel Gabriel but got bumped down when the dd of a teacher joined the school 3 weeks before Xmas. It was very similar to Daffys experience, except it was the teacher/mother throwing the tantrum
and my mother protested by refusing to help with the school party, a very big thing in those days!
On the day of the play it was effing cold, stupidly "wear everything you own" cold. My mother made me wear tights because of the cold, but the only tights I had were brown. Shit brown. And she wouldnt let me take white socks because I "would only lose them" (probably true, to be fair). But looking back it was her protest, she knew I had to take part but was making her feelings clear.
I can sort of see her point but honestly, I felt like ten types of twat, stood there in the middle of a row of pure white angels, in my shit brown tights.
2 of my 4 DD's have been Mary, and I was Mary in the town Brownie/Cubs Nativity, but I dont care.
SHIT BROWN TIGHTS.