My Gramma Eliza used to get a little perturbed at those of her children* and grandchildren who found it amusing to add miscellaneous visitors to her creche every Christmas. I can respect that visiting giant squirrels and various Hummel figures might feel kind of sacrilegious, but for me it was like the more the merrier, right? Well, we put out our olive wood creche from Bethlehem this week, and the girls love playing with it, concocting long stories about where everyone is going to sleep and why there seems to be a pig joining the wise men. Eliza even found a camel at the thrift store and bought it with her own 25 cents to join the melee. Now, I knew it wouldn't take long for our cat, Charlie, to find the tempting little pieces and take them on field trips around the living room, but I was still chagrined to hear Dan exclaim that the baby Jesus was missing! It was only a moment before he found him on the floor nearby, though his manger piece is still MIA. However, Dan made sure to place a newly appointed bodyguard in the stable. His name is Homey.
*Uncle Johnny, this means YOU
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the shepherds were keeping their flocks safe and near, as homey was drinking a six pack of beer.
the star up above was shiny and bright while homey asked the wise men for a light.
the people did worship (see them genuflect?) the baby that homey has vowed to protect.
you are making my week, did you know that??? glad to see the giddies have continued through the night, sister...
with a snort of his nose and a hitch of his jeans as homey salutes da mudda of jesus.
"you've got a sweet kid", homey bashfully said, "but are those cat teethmarks I see on his head?"
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