My Christmas Song

By the time I was 9 years old, I could play pretty good. I thought I had finally convinced the sunshine band director to let me play in the Christmas play. I wanted to play Silent Night as a piano solo. She said, "We'll see," of my request. I didn't know what that really mean. The day of the Christmas program, I had on a brand new freshly pressed dress. I had on a brand new pair of stockings, which I hated wearing. I had on some new shoes that matched my dress, plus my hair was styled. I sat and waited the whole program to play my Christmas Song. As the last person did their thing, I thought to myself, "My song is going to be the last thing everyone remembers." Well, the mistress of ceremony asked for the benediction from the pulpit. The elder benedicted. I ran to my mother's arms, weeping. My mother gave me another saint and went over to the Sunshine Band director and gave her a piece of her mind. Later, my mother told me that I could quit the Sunshine Band if I wanted to, which I wanted to do. My father, the diplomat that he is said, "Baby, you can't quit because something doesn't go your way. What if Christ had come down off that cross?" That made me mad. My dad's answer to everything was, "What if Christ had come down off the cross?" I didn't quit the Sunshine Band. I never got to play my Christmas song either.