Children's choir

I was ten, maybe eleven, when disaster struck. We had no warning, no alarm, no chance. It took place about halfway through that season's run of live-audience performances. To date, each performance had gone smoothly, so why would we expect anything different? How could we have anticipated a hiccup of any kind to occur on that night? I mean, who would have thought that something so unexpected, Read More about Remembering The Living Christmas Tree, Part I: The Unexpected