Gotta have "The Tex-Mex Night Before Christmas"! I've posted it once before, a bit down this thread:
http://www.ablemuse.com/erato/ubbhtm...ML/000579.html
Today was my daughters' final performance of
The Nutcracker--hooray!--which puts me in mind of Noel Coward's poem about being a child actor in Christmas plays...I'll see if I can find that one, despite its certain damnation around here for rhyming "remember" with "December".
(My big moment came yesterday, when our Czar Mouse had the flu but performed his role anyway because he is seven feet tall and the costume
only fits him--anyway, he "died" early and in the wrong spot onstage (he later explained that he had actually fainted). The two people who usually drag him offstage during the stage blackout were trapped on the wrong side of the big fog machine. I was the only stagehand close enough to run out and drag him offstage before the spotlight came off the weeping Clara to show the transformed Nutcracker Prince. Mind you, I am a very scrawny, bony, unathletic person, and the guy weighs at least twice what I do, but I DID IT! Ah, the miracle of adrenaline! Fortunately he felt much better today.)
Julie Stoner
[This message has been edited by Julie Stoner (edited December 14, 2008).]