Christmas Eve Crisis
We woke up this morning to a wailing Annie.
"MOM, I LOST JESUS!"
"What? Annie, what are you talking about? Where did you lose Jesus?"
"UNDER THE FRIDGE MOM! I LOST JESUS UNDER THE FRIDGE!"
And so it was. Baby Jesus the magnet had somehow slipped down the fridge and into the abyss. We got on our hands and knees (both parents, and Brandon has bad knees!). We dug through the fluff and fur of the underworld down there. No baby Jesus.
Annie was beside herself. "NOW MARY WON'T HAVE A BABY FOR CHRISTMAS!"
Thankfully, the artist in her was calling.
"Annie, what if we MADE another baby Jesus?"
"You mean, I could MAKE another baby for Mary? And I could write Annie too?"
And so it was done. All better.
One other Christmas Annie-ism: "Ho-Santa, ho-santa! Oh let us gladly sing. How blessed that our Lord was born, let earth receive her keen!"