I pulled out my nativity set and no sooner had I set it up and walked away than my Mr. Inquisitive swooped in to investigate. He picked up each piece, eyed it carefully, greeted it with a hello, then set it aside as he selected the next manger scene participant to share some light conversation with him. After his short interview process, he decided he liked the bear and bunnies and baby Jesus best, and everyone else got a whole heap of bear to the face. He broke some pieces with eager ferocity. Others were knocked and whacked aside by the more aggressive manger creatures, and even Mary and Joseph were mauled and chased by the bear, but never the baby. That was encouraging :). All of the animals ended up being good friends by the end of the night, exchanging all the niceties that an almost 2-year-old can dream up (something like: buffalo to horse, "Hi." Horse to buffalo, "Hi." Bear to eagle, [whack] "Saw-ee bird. Aiiight?" Bear to bunnies, "'Mon, bunny, run."). It was fabulous. My mama heart is going to cradle his first moments with that little nativity and relive them every year I pack and unpack them, and every year it will usher in some of that sweet, innocent, magic of Christmas.
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