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?
Nicole Olea’s love language is communication. She does this best using her keyboard as a freelance copywriter and editor. Creative and resilient with high-level experience in social media management, content creation, and eCommerce marketing, Nicole Olea was a professional volunteer, sharing her skills with various non-profit organizations who paid her in hugs. For the last 20 years, she’s lived a quasi-nomadic life, moving across the country and the Atlantic with her active-duty husband and their three kids. She’s awkwardly stumbling toward her goal of becoming a saint. She’s got God-sized dreams and wants you to have them too!
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