A Christmas Miracle...Sorta
The week leading up to Christmas the baby Jesus that is a part of my nativity scene disappeared. There was one main suspect, a 2 foot tall male, with reddish brown hair and big beautiful brown eyes. The suspect was apprehended and his diaper searched. No baby Jesus was found.When questioned only response was a sly giggle, and a peek-a-boo. He was even tickled tortured, yet remained stoic, only covering his eyes in the age old cat and mouse game known as "peek-a-boo". He proved to be a formidable opponent and wouldn't give in to bribery either-no amount of raisins, granola bars, or candy canes would persuade him to talk. He was put under surveillance and watched closely-but as far as I know, never returned to the scene of the crime.I was beside myself thinking that poor baby Jesus had gotten put in the trash, along with countless other items like sippy cups, a flip flop, and pacifiers.I tweeted about it. Hoping that someone may have some helpful information.I was hoping a ransom note would come, but none did.I searched high...I searched low. The day we had to leave for our Christmas holiday baby Jesus was no where to be found.On Sunday morning, I was sweeping my floor and look who appeared-as if out of thin air.{Insert a choir of angels singing here}
Now, the little lamb that is also a part of this same Nativity scene is missing. I'm seeing a pattern here are you?