The gift of the Magi

 Now, most of us in Muskoka have pets. They tend to be rather amusing at the best of times. I remember one year putting the tree in the playpen for safety.

With family and friends around, space is at a premium.

This year, the creche scene is up. Finished one year (1992?), on Christmas Eve. I made a video of the story, onceuponatime.
 One year...the year before we moved to Muskoka, there were issues.




 
The shepherds, no longer abiding in the fields.

 The Magi arrived with their gifts. 



But later that day,
someone knocked one faithful shepherd flat.  

This one took a header on the manger.
He needed stitches.


It was chaos.

Mary was slapped silly. Quick reflexes, by a nearby Persian, caught her. But what a scene.
After picked themselves up they wondered: "Who could have been responsible for it all?
"Last year Max, the other cat, ate the last sheep.", said a king.

"Two years before it was Sable!" said a shepherd.

"Who me?", said Sady-the-Innocent, -new to the flock. Sitting beside her friend Frosty, who might also need a quick cuff...  
 



The angel's light shone down. I will be a good girl, she promised. 

 And they all lived
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(¸.·´ (¸.·´ *Jenn