It is that time of year again.
The 3 wise men are also 3 best friends and spend time gossiping.
The Shepherds are much more interested in toilet humour than the Christmas story.
The elective mute although has not uttered a word all year sings beautifully and makes a delightful Mary. Joseph lays the baby Jesus so tenderly in the cardboard box and all turn around and try to pat the newly arrived.
As they parade around to one of the songs several are helping themselves to the odd Christmas tree ornament as they trail past.
Harry desperate to be cast as an angel is Oscar martial. The Vietnamese little boy and Japanese girl roll around the floor giggling.
The Polish lad takes himself off to the home corner. Bea is nodding off leaning against me.
The stars sparkle and I have just realised we have no donkey to show off Mrs A's homemade outfit.
Lovely Lucas has drawn all over my instructions. Chaos as usual then.
Hey ho. It will be all right on the night.