Every other year or so, my mom sends me a nativity set made out of indestructible material that can withstand the forces of being played with by small children and also is large enough to fit into said small hands. Little toddler fingers are so tiny…but have such destructive kinetic energy! Not a problem for sturdy nativity sets. Baby Jesus isn’t afraid he’ll be smashed to bits…he even looks comfy in the (not so tender) grip of my daughter.
We have quite a few, now, and I put them up in different corners of the house. One of our all time favorites is the Resin child friendly Nativity Set Inevitably, whichever of my children is the smallest at the time (in this case, the Sassy Princess) gathers them up and makes a big Nativity Party where all the pieces mingle together. This year, she is intent on making them form one long line.
She’s so careful to arrange them just so!
In the morning, I’ll come downstairs and they’re facing forward, attentively waiting for her to rearrange them. Sure enough, it isn’t long until they’re all in a giant conga line, facing left, shuffling off the table.
But wait! What’s this? Something’s a little….odd. I have this feeling that something just isn’t right here. What could it be?
Is that….a tiger? It IS! A huge, man eating tiger stalking our manger scene!
Someone better tell Joseph he might want to move a little further up the conga line, STAT.
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