of posting regularly.
Before I move into the new year with thoughts on resolutions, fresh starts, etc., I'd like to go back and reflect on Christmas. I spent time with my family in Mississippi and with Jon's family in Minnesota. In Mississippi, I didn't wear a coat, I injured my shoulder playing Tiger Wood's golf on the Wii, and I convinced my six year old niece that there were elves living in the Christmas tree. She'll need therapy later in life, but it sure is fun now. In Minnesota, I wrapped up like a mummy, learned a fun new game (Mexican Train), went sledding, and had a full-on Lutheran church experience- complete with non-singable hymns, chanting Psalms, and morning aerobics (sit down, stand up, sit down, stand up). While my Christmas experiences varied, none of these events left me with without a sense of closure for the Christmas season. These are not the topic of this entry. No, it's also not the miracle of the Incarnation, or Christmas presents, or meaningful reflections of the season.
After Christmas, I am left with one question burning in my mind. One question taunting me like those jeans I can no longer fit my rear end into.
One question.
One question about my roommates leather nativity scene.
Take a closer look.
One question.
What the hell is this?
Seriously. We have Mary, Joseph, baby Jesus, the three wise men
(albeit one looks slightly feminine), what appears to be a donkey,
a mix between a cow and a pig,
and one UMO (unidentified manger object). I have read, and reread the birth story in Luke and I cannot find the answer!
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