When I was in grade school, one of the sixth grade teachers lead a Christmas pageant every year, filled with every baby Jesus song ever written. No secular satan claws songs allowed. The teacher was the head singing guy at the local Mormon church, and I remember he sang hymns at my cousin's funeral (my cousin was a Mormon) when he was KIA in Vietnam. A couple of years later, I was in this teacher's class. The deal was, if you were in his class, you HAD to be in the choir. But the payoff was that everyone in the pageant got to take a day off school and go to Disneyland.
It was fun, and I didn't get turned into a "fundy nutbag" because of it. I doubt that kind of thing flies today.
