Celia just snuck the scissors and cut up the baby Jesus.
My baby Jesus.
My very special baby Jesus, sent to me by a friend last year. Last year, when I was making our own nativity set and had everything done BUT the baby Jesus….because I just couldn’t find anything special enough or anything that fit….a dear frient surprised me with the perfect little baby Jesus. A bead baby, wrapped in wool, nested in a perfect nest of dried decorative grass and twigs. It was perfect scale for the project I was working on (yet unseen by my friend). The style fit fabulously. I was so touched to receive such a darling gift.
And I go into the livingroom I have asked my children to clean so that I could vacuum and I find a naked bead baby Jesus. Cut out of his wool bundle, ripped from his comfy nest. Celia with the scissor.
She wanted to see if he had a butt.
Is this a sacrilege? A blasphemy? Something?!?! Probably not. But I’m crushed.