I live in a picturesque New England town on Cape Cod. My Church is the one that you picture in your head when you close your eyes and think Christmas. It is an old but well kept white Church on the village green. There is a wooden gazebo on the green. We are next door to the local fire house and across the street from a quaint library. You can't get any prettier than this! On Saturday Dec 22 beginning at 4 P.M. a candle-light procession will form at the Playhouse which is just down the road from the Church. From there, the Town crier leads young & old to the village green. They sing Christmas Carols on their way. There at the green is a manager scene. The Christmas story will unfold in song with real people playing all the parts. The angels are usually squirming little ones who appear uncomfortable under their halos. Shepherd boys try to reign in unruly goats. Mary sits astride a donkey with Baby Jesus in her arms. Joseph leads them out to the manager. The first year I experienced all this, as I knelt down to whisper explanations into the ear of my then 2 year old daughter (She is now 20) I had tears in my eyes. Years later my second daughter would play the role of Baby Jesus. She was the "screaming Jesus"! My shopping is only now begun but I am ready for the "Real Christmas."