I’ve inherited a creche from my grandmother, it seems. She died more than a decade ago and since then it’s been mouldering in one of my parents’ closets. However, this year I’ve been struck with holiday fever and when I asked about it the Moms was only too eager to get it out of her house and into mine.
So now I’ve got this little nativity scene set up in the living room. And I feel sort of weird about it, not being a Christian, but I have squishy-fond memories of setting it up for my grandmother every year and I am generally pleased to see it out again. I was a little worried that Gene might take it amiss, but a raised eyebrow and a “gives you an excuse to play with dolls, I guess,” was all the response I got, which I consider to be a tacit approval.
And now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go arrange the little sheeps again.