Il Pompadour (The Christmas Post)

I've been wondering what kind of post i would make out of christmas? would my post turn raw? or do itself clever? would it be wide and overcoming? would it be inconsequential? would it be fragile and small? I hoped that something would come of it.
Well this is it.
we did our christmas eve service, I sang in the choir, and we sang patsy cline, and gospel, and two other gorgeous ones. I was nervous, b/c our church, our funky church is moving to a presbyterian one, and we will remain separate, but we will still take under the same roof, and join without joining.
the presbyterians, i wasn't sure if they would take to our stomping choir. the frist presbs: there the old school christians with the sweaters and santa claus pins, verging on stiff or already stiff, in heavy pews. would they clap? would they stand? would they get us? would they dig us?
i'm up there with the choir, and the comforting moment came when my pastor Dan came up and there below me was his pompadour. He blonde hair moosed up and struck at this certain angle, with this slant or edge that he keeps up. it was shining. I was relieved. i was like "wow." It was like "Victory!" I knew "we're here" and they would have to take us. that we're cool, maybe we'll teach them how to be cool in our undertoning postmodern way. And Dan was doing this talk and it was more singularly themed, just remaining on the same point, really sticking to that one-pointer, in a "i'm stepping-on-your-feet" kind of manner. for some reason, I'm loving this analogy right now. I think of Dan's talks to be usually like a very good doodle. I mean a brilliant doodle. but with an element of surprise, and randomness, and simpleness, accessibility, but also with good trailing loops, or theological smart loops, and also with some fun. and that's how i think. but like i said, the talk was more centered on this night. but the best thing, was the Pompadour.