The Nativity

We've never reenacted the Nativity story before. I haven't ever wanted to put forth the effort. All that gift buying and wrapping kinda wipes me out. This year, Nana requested the story retold. And when Nana asks, she receives.

Sam made a lovely fair Mary. Makell insisted on being Joseph. Keagan was a very large and loud baby Jesus. It all looks pretty authentic, don't you think?

Addie was an angel. Yes, the irony did not escape me. In my version of the Nativity, the angels were calm and all together silent. I'm not quite sure she was true to character.

Towards the end of the narration, Makell stopped short and her eyes went wide. She exclaimed, "Wait a second, baby Jesus was a boy?!" Apparently this was truly stunning news to her. I obviously haven't explained things well over the last 11 years. Oh, and I guess that church attendance every. single. Sunday. didn't shed any light for her.

Good thing Nana asked for the Nativity this year. Without her, my kids would have grown into adulthood thinking baby Jesus was a girl. Where, oh where, did I go wrong?