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?

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