Post by Samson Abioye on Dec 8, 2016 18:55:45 GMT
Sam looked ridiculous. To be clear: he knew full well that he looked more than a little ridiculous right now. The fake beard hung a little loose on his chin, and the robes that draped over his body had obviously been worn by someone a good deal fatter than him just a few people ago. Plus, there was the whole crown ensemble, which he was doing his best to forget was even on his head. But he did look very much like a "wise man" or "king," which was a pretty good fit as he was currently filling in as part of a Living Nativity scene.
Said scene was pretty much what it sounded like: dedicated volunteers standing out in the cold dressed like the figures out of the traditional nativity scene. Standing alongside Sam were two other guys dressed up like wise men. There were a handful of shepherds, some standing near real animals (an advantage of living near Montana, that). A "Mary" and "Joseph" were crouched over what Sam hoped wasn't an actual baby (he hadn't quite gotten close enough to check yet). They all stood in a normally grassy area not far from a church that was at least affiliated with the one Sam regularly attended.
Simple, really. Yet some local idiots were making fun, pointing and snickering. Sam had noticed them a while back, and he'd done what he was supposed to do: ignored them. However, they'd finally made a snarky comment about Mary, which had Sam gripping his box of "Myrrh" tight enough to nearly crack it.
The snowball was the last straw. It hit Joseph on the shoulder, and the man more or less took it. Sam, however, handed off the Myrrh to a shepherd boy. "Hold this," he nearly growled, before stepping away from the scene and, still dressed like a "magi," began stomping toward the troublemakers in question.