“Do not fear, for I bring you good tidings of great joy,” my small, 8 year-old self proclaimed to the “wise men” and crowd who had gathered in the small church for our annual Christmas play. I stood atop a small step stool, but felt so tall compared to the others. I gave them a smile, imagining what it was truly like all of those years ago when it really happened. The three small wise men followed suit, and quickly recited their parts. I stepped off of the stage, as my part of an angel sent from God to tell the wise men about the birth of Jesus was over. Sure, I only stated a few lines throughout the whole play, but I loved every minute of it. I sat in the pew off to the side from the stage and watched in wonder as all of our hard work paid off. The crowd was enchanted, many grandmas smiling and waving to the little tots up on the stage. I looked down at my all-white outfit and could feel the glittery halo on my head shining like a star.

I walked to the stage again, and together the whole crew sang many songs. “Oh Little Town of Bethlehem” is what I remember most. Camera flashes continued to go off until the last of the lines were said and we all took a bow. The crowd graciously applauded while a few whistles even rang throughout the walls of the church. I found my brother, who was a wise man, and we made our way to our family. I was showered with hugs, kisses, and “great jobs” from all of them. All of my grandparents were watching, and my aunt even came; I felt like a movie star. After the last of the hugs were given, we headed outside into the snow and freezing temperatures. We quickly got into the car and made our way home.

Once we arrived home, we put our favorite homemade Christmas cookies in the cookie jar to give to Santa, along with milk. And of course we couldn’t forget to give his trusty reindeer a couple carrots and some “Reindeer mix” for all of their hard work. We washed up, changed into our Christmas Eve PJs and nightgowns, and headed to bed. I was grinning from ear to ear, as I couldn’t wait to look under the Christmas tree the next morning. I said my “good nights” and wrapped myself up in comfy blankets.

Visions of sugarplums really did dance in my head as I drifted off into a blissful sleep, anxiously awaiting the big day that was soon to come.