The Herdmans were absolutely the worst kids in the history of the world. They lied and stole and smoked cigars (even the girls) and talked dirty and hit little kids and cussed their teachers and took the name of the Lord in vain and set fire to Fred Shoemaker's old broken-down toolhouse....
They were just so all-around awful you could hardly believe they were real: Ralph, Imogene, Leroy, Claude, Ollie and Gladys - six skinny, string-haired kids all alike except for being different sizes and having different black-and-blue places where they had clonked each other.
The Best Christmas Pageant Ever by Barbara Robinson
Sometimes I wonder if it is wise to read this book each year. I'm so afraid someone may pick up on a new method of mayhem.
And speaking of mayhem, it was just a little bit crazy around here when we had a dozen kids decorating faux gingerbread houses.
We did it a couple of years ago but had to skip last year because of travel plans. Some more friends joined the party this year, and it was a blast.
When I ran out of gluten-free graham crackers, we made do with a rice krispie sod house. (It wouldn't have mattered at all seeing as the underlying form was just a canvas for lots of icing and candy).
Mrs. Snow came to the rescue when the toppings were applied just a "little" too thickly.
All was good in the world once again.
And Best of Show?
I just loved the Santa Sucker (though it looks a little like a steeple on a church).
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