Having had our children early,
wonder-husband (WH) and I have been prematurely excluded from that most
emotional and enjoyable of events, the school nativity play. To overcome our withdrawal
symptoms this year, we interrogated the offspring of relatives and friends to
fill the void and garner some vicarious tear jerking to the (imagined) first,
quivering lines of ‘Away in a manger’.
Having analysed the transcripts from several interrogations, WH and I can report that for those like our own offspring who never clutched at the stardom of virgin or her consort (who are the kids that get to be Mary and Joseph and what have their parents done to bag the roles?), the angels are most coveted openings available and that among them, Gabriel of the drifted snowy wings, flaming eyes and a full four Basque nineteenth century verses of his own, the most coveted of all.
Wonderful flying buttresses! |
We carried out parallel interrogations
among the mothers; seasonal seamstresses who expressed a preference for, and
some of whom exhaled with visible relief at having bagged for their progeny, a shepherd
or a king …. a few rustic or regally coloured offcuts, something to carry (lamb
or bling), a tea towel or paper crown; not too difficult to craft while
quaffing the Bristol Cream and mince pies. Now when it came to Gabriel’s costumiers,
we were in another league. Wings of drifted snow require engineering of equivalent
visionary genius to Notre Dame’s flying buttresses with commensurate levels of
stress.
Hubert van Eyck - alter detail |
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