Muses

The baby Jesus disapeared.

Sunday night the children and I went to a church service where families participated in decorating the sanctuary for Christmas.

Okay, this is a horrible photo.

Just squint maybe it will look better.

Toward the end of the service, all the children took turns placing ceramic figurines from the nativity on the altar.

I took this photo afterwards, so people were milling about.

During the service, after all the shepherds, Wisemen, Josephs and Marys were placed, my son tugged on my sweater.

He pointed over to the adjoining pew.

A lone figure remained.

The baby.

Who my son picked up and started poking at the babe’s rear and saying “there’s his booty.”

Super.

After the service was over, I looked again and baby Jesus, booty and all, was missing.

Did someone steal the babe, all ceramic and wrapped in swaddling clothes?

Seems like some sleuthing is in order.

To be continued . . .

Linking up with Greta @Gfunkied and Julie @Mamamash for another Wednesday’s iPPP.

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