Old Habits Die Hard. . .
Or in this case, are simply (ahem) resurrected every Christmas. . .
(Yes, I realize resurrection is technically Easter. . .)
Our Mom has this Nativity scene.
It was hand-made by someone very talented. . .
It is defiled every year by idiots.
Years and years ago, it was considered a best practice to place a baby on their stomach to sleep.
Of course, it troubled my sisters and I to no end that little ceramic baby Jesus was in his manger face up.
So we started turning him face down.
We have issues from way back.
A donkey and perhaps one Wise Man was sacrificed in the process. . .Which we secretly glued and repainted. . .poorly. . .
I don’t think Mom will ever forgive us. . .And I can’t blame her.
Yet, after nearly 30 years, Sweet Baby Jesus is STILL getting flipped on his tummy as soon as Mom isn’t looking.