Our monkeys were in a Christmas Pageant this morning at church. There were angels with halos, shepherds with staffs, Mary with Joseph, baby Jesus with swaddling clothes in a manger. Ah, and yes, there was this cute little man.
Stop! Wait a minute! Let's zoom in a little closer here.
A little closer still.
Do you see what I see? Is that kid eating an animal cracker during the peformance? Why yes, I do believe he is.
But wait, I am pretty sure that Away in the Manger does not go like this-
"Away in the Manger, no crib for a bed. The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head right into a pile of Animal Cracker crumbs."
And, I am almost positive that none of the Harold Angels shouted out to the shepherds in the fields, "More Animal Cracker!" on that first Christmas.
And, I am quite confident that there were real animals in the stable on that miraculous night, not Animal Crackers.
And, I know for sure that baby Jesus did not start pitching a fit right there on stage in front of the whole congregation when he realized that he did not have another Animal Cracker in his pocket. And that
His mother did not have to whisk him off of the stage.
Whose kid was that anyway?
Laughing all the way,