Nativity plus Olive

Olive and the Baby Jesus

This is our family nativity set, dutifully brought out every year, repeatedly organized by miscellaneous boys, periodically misplaced, wholly enjoyed. Joseph is always the most dishevelled looking; once his hair came partially unglued he was never the same. Several animals have disappeared over the years (I personally miss the chicken), and once in a while people mistake the llama/goat/donkey boy for Jesus, but typically the baby Jesus — whom we keep tied to Mary so he doesn’t wander off — is the star of the show.

Until Olive came to live with us, that is.

Nativity plus OliveShe loves the nativity barn! She hasn’t actually met the Baby Jesus yet ’cause she keeps sitting on him (hate it when that happens), but I think he’s probably used to this sort of thing. Olive sits on us all the time too. It’s what kittehs do.

You can see more of Olive and the Baby Jesus on my Flickr; be sure to turn on the titles, cause they’re lol-y.

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3 Responses to Olive and the Baby Jesus

  1. Lisa Rosen December 20, 2009 at 8:52 pm #

    Poor Joseph. I can relate–I often come partially unglued, myself.
    .-= Lisa Rosen´s last blog ..Yet Another Christmas Baked Good =-.

  2. Sine Botchen December 20, 2009 at 9:21 pm #

    What a hoot! Apparently there are two types of nativity sceners.. those who just plunk the whole kit-n-kaboodle down and forget about it until new year’s day (or longer), and those who actually withhold the baby Jesus until Christmas morning, which I find entirely too labor intensive (no pun intended). At work, my boss was the “no baby ’till Christmas” type so everyday someone would insert a baby Jesus by proxy in the form of army men, weebles, and some of those little lego guys.. TPTB were not amused.

    • Lisa Creech Bledsoe December 20, 2009 at 10:12 pm #

      Actually there are three types of nativity sceners, if you can believe that. I used to be at a church where the wise men showed up in the lobby, then the rear of the church, and finally marched their way up to center stage on the appropriate Sunday after Christmas. It takes a fair amount of coordination, work, and few rolls of double-stick tape.

      I love the substitute baby Jesus brigade! Sounds like a rock group, huh? But when’s the last time I saw an actual Weeble? Still, I can think of lots of good substitutes. Jar Jar Binks would pretty much have me suppressing my snorts of laughter all day. TPTB are faaar too serious, and you can tell ’em I said so.

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