My wife thinks I am an embarrassment to the whole trailer park for the Christmas play I put on; is she right?

See, the kids are all more excited about Christmas than a guy locked up is about a new "first-timer" cellmate, and the beer had managed to find its way down my throat in quantity, so the kids and I decided to put on a play for the whole trailer park on our front lawn. We invited all of the neighbors and appealed to everyone to remember the spirit of the season, so as to refrain from getting into fights over seeing that hussy your old man did the bone dance with, or over the guy who promised to pay you back for ruining your only VHS copy of "Horny Potter and The Breast-y Harlots" but never did; we wanted a respectful audience, so imposed a 6 beer limit, you see. I spent a great deal of time working on the script, and with the help of a mighty lot of PBR, I believe I captured the true meaning of Christmas in what I had written. The kids and I rehearsed, and we were all excited for the evening of the production.

Anyway, the audience gathered, all in the good cheer of the season, and everyone was well-behaved; only a few profanities were exchanged between neighbors, and hardly anyone dropped cigarette ashes on the bucket of KFC that was being passed around. The play began with our youngest, little Titus, wandering out dressed as a shepherd in one of my wife's old stretched-out tube tops and asking, "Can anyone tell me where the Christ child is?" I then walked out dressed in the old prison jumpsuit that the warden at Chino let me have as a reminder of all the fond memories from my time there, and I rattled my old hand cuffs and said, "Ooooohhh! Ooooohhhh! I am the ghost of Bob Marley, condemned to walk the earth in chains for not keeping the Christmas spirit alive! You will tonight be visited by three ghosts, who will point you on your way! Ooooohhhhh!!!!"

This was followed by our kids Buford, Joey and Clem, all dressed in finery as the ghost of the Three Wise Men, decked out with the remains of our old aluminum Christmas tree that fell apart long ago, who sang "Frosty The Snowman", and exhorted the audience to remember what Christmas was all about. Titus asked the ghosts, "Is Christmas about toys?", and the wise men said no. "Is it about Santa?" The wise men again answered no. Titus then looked down and said, "But I'm just a kid who lives in a trailer...what should Christmas mean to me, if there are no presents and no Santa?" Our daughter Tammy Sue then came around the corner of the trailer riding our very obese german shepherd, Sally, who we had put reindeer antlers and jingle bells on, and holding aloft her doll whose hair she had done up like Elvis, crying, "For unto you a child is born! Peace on earth, Goodwill and Salvation Army for all men!" I swear there wasn't a dry eye in the place.

Well, I am real proud of how well the kids did, and I think we managed a right good turn for our neighbors, but my wife seems to think that I just embarrassed the whole family, and she says I got the Bible story all wrong, but I think I did okay, 'cept I forgot to put in the part where all the angels say "Hark!" and Harold sings, but I don't think anyone noticed. Anyway, my wife is saying I should be ashamed for sullying Christ's birth so, and should apologize to the neighbors for subjecting them to this holiday travesty. Is she right, and should I apologize? I really am sort of shy to go around to the neighbors offering apologies, on account of I owe several of them money.

Your thoughts and any advice are most welcome.