I was standing in the pew, aside my sister this Christmas Eve. Candle in hand, the lighting ceremony was going off without a hitch. No burn victims or fires, and a lack luster rendition of Silent Night. Per usual. Until the minister decides to surprise everyone there with his daughter's wedding ceremony...just tacked on to the end of the Christmas Eve service. Now this is sad for a couple of reasons.
One. It's obvious that the bride and groom desperately wanted a large wedding, in front of family and friends and in their father/father-in-law's church. However they did not have enough family/friends to fill said church so they tricked innocent, apathetic church-goers into their surprise wedding. Very sneaky Mr. and Mrs. R.J. Hickman.
And two. They totally ruined Jesus' annual 24 hours of fame. This whole service was to remind us all of the true meaning of Christmas! Now we are reminded about how sneaky and untrustworthy the Hickman's are.
So in essence I was not invited to this wedding, yet was still there. I suppose it's more of the wedding crashing me, but that sounds odd so I'll stick with the original title.
Crash a Wedding, check.
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