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Well, in third grade I was one of the four angels...but we missed our cue because the light blinded us.

Then I was a reader in 4th grade. ...yeah, that was it pretty much.

Never was in a Nativity Play (that's a NYC public school for you.)

But a funny christmas story anyway:

So, here's a quick little need-to-know before I tell the story: My mother has a form of OCD, and earlier this week, me and my brothers decided to have fun this this.

The story: On Monday, my older brother is over and we're (me and my brothers, which includes the one that's over) just sitting about watching tv. We notice that our mother left and has been gone a bit. (we later find out she was next door at the laundry mat.) My older brother then looks up at our Christmas tree and decides to turn the angel around so that it's looking out the window and not at the door to get in & out the apartment. One of us (possibly me) says "That's going to drive her crazy." Grins spread across all of our faces, the brother that's over gets ups and declares "******** up everything!"
So we rush about the apartment, taking all the Christmas decorations and turning them all around while laughing like a bunch of cockily weasels. We contemplate turning the whole tree around, but decide not to; one, it'd take too much work to do so and two we didn't know when our mother would be coming back. Soon enough everything Christmas is messed up, from the calendar to the manger people all the way up to those Hallmark House Ornaments that my mother has 50 of.
So we're sitting about, giggling and fully convinced that A.) My mother was going to be back in a few seconds 2.) She'd notice right away. After a few minutes she comes in and walks past everything...and doesn't notice. We're almost bursting with laughs of anticipation, just knowing that she's going to notice any second now. But she never notices...until last night.
I'm in my room, and all my brothers are in the living room, when I hear "AHH!" a pause "AHHH!" and then yet another "AHHHHHH!" Laughing, I bolt into the living room and ask my brothers "Did she find out?" They're all laughing so hard they've came to the point where they're not really breathing anymore. One of them answers "Yes!" then keeps laughing. I join in on the laughter as I see my mother's expression of gaping horror, her hands clutching fistfuls of her hair. It gets better as she sees everything else. She's going about, screaming that we better fix everything back to how it was, but we're just laughing so hard our sides hurt.
But eventually, everything is put back the was it was, and she's sitting in her rocker, glaring at us all while we're all trying to stop laughing. I point out "You missed something." She gives me this glare as if she's trying to make me explode on the spot, and starts examining everything in the room, trying to find what bit she missed. I start laughing again and start to fall out of my seat. She finds the 'problem' (a schoolhouse that holds candles) and starts screaming "I fixed this one already!" So them we start ******** things up with her sitting there. (I commit the deadly sin of making the Charlie Brown figure stand on his head) As my older brother is leaving, he turns the angel around once more, starting a whole 'nother bout of laughter from us and a new round of yelling "Put that back!"

Good times. =]

lmao rofl rofl rofl thats ace slightly mean but brilliant, unfortuantly my mum aint tht bad so it would never work on her damn

...a Hawaiian Nativity in Canada? That's kind of...odd... sweatdrop

eek Thats odd, sounds an awesome way to do an xmas play though, instead of having to do a nativity play every year lol.