I mentioned last week how I liked to play with the little baby critters (toy family, not real critters) as a child.  Well, those weren't the only little babies I liked to play with.  There was another, and he only came out once a year, and was set in his little bed on the side table in the living room each December. 

But though he came out once a year, we were the best of friends.  I loved him as long as I can remember.  And one year, I decided he didn't belong boxed away the other 11 months of the year.  So he and I, we made off together.  I can't exactly remember where he chose to go in the end.... but, it's better that way.

Baby Jesus doesn't belong in a manger anyways.  He was there, he did that once.  He's better off with me.  I've always loved Jesus.  Baby Jesus.  (7 lb 8 ounce baby Jesus.) Big Jesus.

So this, this is for you mom.

This is where Jesus has been, rather than stuck in a manger at our front door.  And while I know you've been calling the family and planning an intervention... I just think he's happier with me.  :)  Besides, he's so little and so cute, and he's a lot of fun to play with.  Jesus is in my heart, and in my coat pocket.  (The one here, at work, so don't go check all my coat pockets. It's no use.)