The Christmas Ballet

I’m a big, slightly overweight, middle-aged guy.  Not the picture of grace and athletic poise, in other words.  So I’ve been getting a lot of mileage out of telling people I was asked to take part in a Christmas ballet.

It’s absolutely true.  A local dance school was putting on a production, and this guy who was helping out had to drop out at pretty nearly the last minute, and I got recruited by a desperate friend of a friend.

I was pretty excited about it, never having been in a ballet before.  I didn’t have a lot of time to learn the role, but I’m a quick study.

And the looks on people’s faces when I tell them this story is wonderful, and the looks of relief when I tell them that the part was a non-dancing narrator role are a little insulting.  But still funny.

Dance?  Me?  No, not going to happen.  But I can run my mouth like nobody’s business.  Narrating, not a problem.

Hope all’s well out there, friends, and God bless.