I felt the skin of my armpit stick together like a piece of double-sided tape had somehow made its way to the deep recesses of my underarm. Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead and I went running as inconspicuously as possible through the crowded, candlelit church. I bee-lined for the basement and ran full throttle into my mother.
“Oh, mom! You made it out earlier than expected.” I blurted a quick greeting while pushing her back into the ladies’ room.
“Mary,” draped in Biblical robes, was stealing one last check in the mirror before taking center stage in the manger. I frantically lifted my arms and stuck my nose into my pit; my worst fears came to fruition. Lady’s Speed stick failed me!
It was the worst case scenario. I completely forgot to use deodorant. My mother’s eyes bugged and she swung her head in shame as I announced that although I forgot to use deodorant, I took a shower within the hour.
“Do you think I smell already?” The questioned mainly directed at the woman who birthed me.
Before I knew what was happening Mary popped her nose into the pits and stamped my forehead with a seal of approval. Thankfully I used gobs of Fig and Brown Sugar body cream. I just didn’t want to smell like a casserole gone bad by the end of the service.
When “Mary” declared me presently fresh, a chuckle escaped one of the stalls. Oh, no, tell me it’s not a guest!
“Lord, of all nights – on this eve of your son’s birth, please let me know the face behind the chuckle.” This short, but fervent prayer lifted heavenward as my mouth questioned “Who’s in there?”
If there were ever a time I needed a long-lasting deodorant, it was tonight. I bragged of my Christmas laziness this year; however, my pre-Christmas preparation was not so lounge-worthy. I prepared all the refreshments for the fellowship time directly following the candlelight service Christmas Eve. I set up the chairs, decorated the serving table, and enticingly displayed the food. Food must look lovely even if it doesn’t taste yummy.
Now on the eve of the biggest holiday of the year – the I hug my friends, foes, and family holiday – I forget my deodorant!
Thankfully I remembered to shower.
Here’s wishing you a fresh smelling Christmas.