I think I was joking about the shepherds and the angels singing “Be Thou Not Afraid!”
Not this time.
Be afraid. Be rather a lot afraid.
This is from a little-known story–it’s in the Apocrypha, the Infancy Gospel of James actually–about the Miracle of the Empty Buckets. In my church we’d celebrate it usually on the first Monday after Christmas in the time-honored “Hiding of the Evidence.” Oh, holiday memories. Once we’d changed clothes and maybe had a quick shower, the potluck and recriminations afterward, they still have a fond place in my heart.
Um…you’ve got something on your robe there. And in your hair. And splattered on the wall…I tell you what, I’ll just be outside while you take care of whatever it was that you were doing.
Some old Nativity sets replace the “Shepherd” miniature with the “three bloody angels, shovel, and deep hole” set piece, usually located behind the creche and barn. The Caganer saw nothing, and is moving along as soon as he can fasten his trousers, thanks.
Goodwill in Round Rock
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