The Flint Street Nativity

Away in a manger No crib for a bed The shepherds tie teatowels Around their sweet heads; King Herod and a wise man Both have got chickenpox And the Donkey’s stick insect Has escaped from his box; The Innkeeper is lovestruck So he wants Joseph dead While an angel is plotting To be Mary instead; The sensitive narrator Has his lines off by heart The recorders are squawking And we’re ready to start; Come join us this Christmas For a true festive treat Of the world’s greatest story From the kids of Flint Street. [Tim Firth] is the acclaimed writer of All Quiet on the Preston Front and Calendar Girls. Adapted from his own television play The Flint Street Nativity is a family comedy for any child who’s ever been in a nativity – or any adult who’s watched one through their fingers.