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Monday, December 12, 2011

THE CHRISTMAS original Lady Tanja Tale

It isn't every day I am honored to present an
 original story by

Lady Tanja herself.

You know her
 as Tanja Cilia, masterful editor at

Muse It Up
 Publishing, and contributor since the tender age
 of 14 to one of the leading newspapers in her
 Country. I know her as the winner of

Flash Fiction
 challenges and so much more.

I am especially honored she has allowed

ME to be
the lucky person to bring to the world one of
her best, and most seasonable stories.
To one and All I say,

The Christmas Concert

The hall sounded as if there was the gathering of the clans of chipmunks.
The children could be heard twittering behind the curtain. 
The faces of a few of the more audacious ones  occasionally
peeked from the side of the closed stage curtains; if they were lucky enough to spy their parents, they called out. 
A scream rent the air in two.  One of the girls had sneaked a look – and, seeing the sea of faces below her, was stricken with a dire case of stage fright.  Imagine the embarrassment of the parents of this little girl, when they were called over the PA system and asked to go to the back of the hall.
The tot, globules of tears travelling down her cheeks, insisted that she was “too shy” to sing in front of the “thousand people” present. Until that moment, her parents had not known that she had been singled out on account of her perfect Maltese diction.
The show must go on, so the teacher allowed the child to sit on her mother’s lap “for a bit”, hoping that she would pluck up enough courage to join the group later.
The procession of Mary, Joseph, and assorted shepherds had already begun moving up the aisle towards the stage.  The hindquarters of the donkey were apparently a day late and a dollar short; the back legs kept moving out of sync with the front ones, and the front legs appeared to be trying to kick the back legs.
The audience sniggered – and the donkey suddenly became a
dromedary.  “She didn’t wash!” exclaimed the child who had by then been pulled out of her costume.  It was a toss-up between the two girls’ mothers to see which of them was the more embarrassed – but at least, the front half of the donkey was still anonymous. 
Of course, by the time the concert had reached the end, the rumour mill had ground far faster, and far more coarsely, than that of God.
The main party, accompanied by hordes of angels (the choir) who had streamed out from the sides of the stage took their positions inside the carefully-marked circles.  All went according to plan, until “Gabriel” forgot his lines.  “Hey, I’ve got news for you!” he said to the audience.  “Christ, Our Saviour, is born in Bethlehem!”  The audience, however, only heard the first sentence – they were doubled up in laughter at the second one.
The teacher and her assistants thought they were going to have a collective fainting fit.  Things could only get better – or so they thought.
A pool of liquid (unseen by the audience) was quietly but surely collecting at the feet of one of the shepherds.  The one beside him pushed him away; and since he wasn’t expecting this, he tumbled against the little girl next to him, who, in her turn, toppled her neighbour, domino-style.
One of the assistants rushed out to take the boy who had wet his pants inside – but this was his first ever fifteen minutes of fame and he wasn’t giving it up easily.  There was a slight scuffle, during which he bit the young lady.  She yelped, and then lifted him bodily up and took him offstage.
The little girl who had refused to take part in the concert, and had been fast asleep in her mother’s arms, suddenly woke up and, seeing her friends on the boards, for some reason thought that her turn had come.  She yawned, rubbed her eyes, and began singing her part.
The teacher grabbed her chance... and going down to the girl, led her gently up the few steps. The closing notes of the song, thought the teacher, could well close the concert.
But this was not to be.  The parents all got up to give the team a standing ovation, and the teacher had to open the curtains again and again for no less than four curtain calls – complete with the children who had left the stable scene in the proceedings.
The teacher, nearing retirement, had never been as embarrassed in her whole career as on that day.  But the audience insisted it was the best Christmas concert they had ever attended.

Thank You Tanja for allowing me to share your delightful Christmas Tale.


Roseanne Dowell said...

My dear lady, you've painted such a vivid picture with words, I could see the whole thing unfolding in front of me. You brought a smile to my face and a chuckle from my throat. Keep writing and start submitting. I'd love to see a collection of these stories in a book. You definitely have talent. Well done. Thank you, Lin for showcasing Tanja.

Tanja said...

Lin, I am honoured that you would allow me to post in your blog. Thank you. And Ro, thank you for your encouragement. To have two uber-talented people like you saying this means the world to me.

lionmother said...

Tanja, you reminded me of so many school productions. My daughter was in one of them where all of a sudden the main character came to the front of the stage and threw up. Needless to say this stopped the play, but then we found out the girl had a fever but she didn't want to disappoint the kids. Another time in a middle school production of The Music Man the guy who played Henry Hill was supposed to be outside of Marion the librarian's house and singing to her. It was supposed to be a duet, but all we heard was him and he only sang his lines. He'd sing a line, stop and then sing the next. The girl who played Marion I found out later from my daughter, was backstage being sick. Guess there's a lot of that in show business.:)

Your descriptions were hysterical. I loved the donkey and the little girl who woke up and sang. The boy who wet his pants was priceless. You do have a gift and you definitely should submit much more!!!

Lin, thank you for bringing Tanja's story to us!

gail roughton branan said...

There is no one like my Maltese Falconess!

Sharon said...

I'm going to my grandson's play tonight. I think I'll remind him to go potty first!

Thank you, Tanja, for sharing such a cute story.

Tanja said...

Thank you. I saw some of these things happen when I worked in a school - and some of them when I attended performances by my kids... and I made up the rest. But to protect the innocent and the guilty, I will not be more specific...