This is Christmas - Aftermath

Another year has gone and another flurry of Christmas shows is over. It's still sinking in and I'm afraid when it finally does fully sink in, I won't be able to stop crying.
From the time the lights came up on Friday when a cast and a room full of hundreds held its breath in anticipation of an expectant Christmas. From the end of the show Friday walking the back hall among applauding crew members. In the few moments I caught a glance of the stage and saw the amazing lighting and dancers having a great time. In all the moments even a self-conscious guy could lose himself in the moment - to forget worrying about looking dumb, to forget the thousands of onlookers, to share a moment with God alone. In all the laughs and fears over a 50 hour interval. To the time when the house lights came up on Sunday and realization crashed into place that there wouldn't be another. In all those moments almost believing this is where I belong.
My coworker told me today that his daughter wanted to know if I had a girlfriend. She may be pleased to know that it was only on stage that I had one, but she may be disappointed to hear that eight years is little too young for me. Isn't that just the way of it...
Now that it's all done it seems like I have to find a new hobby. But the Christmas festivities are not quite done yet. Next weekend will be the final concert of the season for the chorale I just joined. I realized after the last one that I joined so late that I've been to more of their concerts than rehearsals. But since the first one, they've been pretty fun experiences. From the voice of Dave who has proven himself a natural communicator in music to young teen aged violinist who can play the instrument better than I ever will with less than half the experience. The director of that chorale came to the show last night and he didn't say I was off the team, so it looks like I'll have my fifth straight concert weekend.