Frog in Your Throat?

So. Nicky practiced. And he practiced. And he practiced. And he was ALL ready to sing the all important solo in the church Christmas play. And less than a week before the play, he got laryngitis. BADLY. His voice just went. :-( But, we needed him. And he could, well, sort of sing. So he sang. The play went perfectly, except for the fact that Nicky sounded like he was swallowing sandpaper. Ah, well.

We were very proud of him and the rest of the kids, anyway. Even with his weak voice, Nicky made everyone puddle up. Which is understandable, since the chorus of his song was:

Was He a boy like me?
Did He bounce on Daddy's knee?
Did He play games to make His mother smile?
As you place the final piece inside the manger scene,
I wonder if He was, a boy like me.

With all the craziness of the season, I'm glad we took the time to celebrate in song and drama the little boy who was born to save us all.