My kids have an obsession with The Nativity, especially the youngest.
I’m okay with that.
I’m pretty sure that, statistically speaking, this fact reduces the chance of life in prison. Maybe.
My kids worked for hours on a Lego Nativity one rainy December day. SpongeBob and Anikan were involved:
While at the farm, a pitstop on our way to visit my sister-in-law in the hospital, my kids spent some time with the cows. They like to name them. One ended up being Baby Jesus.
(Sidenote: At the risk of losing the title of having spiritual kids, I will tell you that my son named one cow Crusty Nuggets. I’ll leave you with that word picture.)
But my favorite Nativity by far was the one constructed in the hay barn with help from cousins. I give you: Mary and Joseph, Baby Jesus and an angel (cousin):
Notice the ethereal glow:
(she was posing just like Baby Jesus in our Nativity at home)
The minute we walked into our Amarillo hotel room, she claimed the luggage rack as a manger for “Baby Jesus #6):
See? I told you: Spiritual. Having bumper stickers made immediately. It will be the latest rage!
Happy New Year!