And, in his role as one of several Standing Shepherds, our boy done good. He sang all the words, stood up straight and didn't wee on his sandals. Vanessa and I could not have been more proud.
But there were two disappointing developments.
First, his granny didn't make it after all - her knee, bum and pride all falling victim to the black ice on our road first thing this morning. Thankfully, all of these can - and, indeed, have already been - healed by Yorkshire fish and chips.
And second, cameras were not allowed so I can't show you what he looked like until we've bought an official pic.
So, instead, here's a photo of Jesus.
Happy birthday to Him for the 25th.
