One of the best things about Christmas in Kansas is our annual family Nativity. The children/grandchildren dramatize the birth of Jesus while the narrator narrates from the scriptures. We sing Christmas carols, dress-up with odd shawls, skirts, and shirts, and take a break from the business of the Christmas season. It helps set the mood for what Christmas is all about:
Besides that, it's just really fun. Some of my fondest (and funniest) Christmas memories come from acting out the Nativity.
Like the Christmas of '94. I was Mary. My cousin didn't get to be Mary. There were tears. But I was happy.
And . . . speaking of Mary and of blue blankets, look at how good I am at sharing:
See that? My cousin is using my blue blanket to be Mary for this year's Nativity. Proof that the blue blanket was meant to be used for family Nativities. (And yes, I still have my blue baby blankie. And I am not ashamed.)
This year there weren't enough kids to fill all of the roles, and we didn't have any shepherds. So my sister and I became shepherdesses. I think it's appropriate. And I like to think that there were some shepherdesses there that first Christmas night.
We are so cute.
Yes, that's Clifford. He was supposed to be my sheepdog. Or a red sheep. Take your pick.
Also, please note that our Baby Jesus escaped the manger. She's a little more mobile than a newborn.
But super, super, super cute.
I hope you all had a marvelous Christmas!