The Christmas decorations are all up & for the most part have not been played with too much by little people fingers. I set the nativity set up on top of our coffee table this year. Usually, it's underneath the tree a bit and may or may not get kicked around a bit by little feet. The manger was built by my Grandfather and it's one that I'll cherish forever. However, parts of it need to be repaired...the hot glue just isn't holding like it used to. This year, I bought new little nativity people for the manger. Ones that I have had my eye on since last year's craft show. I told the kids that they should NOT touch them...y'all know how long that lasted...so I've changed my mind to "be very careful with those". So far, so good.
Anyhoo...the other night Maggie was admiring the stable from the couch. Our conversation went a bit like this, "Momma, baby Jesus in there."
"Yes, yes He is."
"What's He in?"
"He's in the stable. Jesus was born in a stable."
I can see her trying to figure out what in the world her momma is talking about...I tell her,
"A stable is a barn."
"Why He born in a barn?"
"Because His momma, Mary and Joseph were on a long trip and she started to feel like she was going to have Baby Jesus so she asked to stay at the inn. (Again, I see that she has no idea what an inn is.) She asked to stay at the hotel, but it was very busy in Bethlehem and there were no more rooms at that hotel, but the innkeeper said that she could stay in the barn with the animals."
Maggie thinks on this for a few seconds and then informs me,
"Momma there were buildings up the road to stay in."
Love that girl.