Well, silent night anyhow

I brought Laura back a nativity scene from Mexico several years ago, and she and William have Baby Jesus installed on the train table in their room, along with the little artificial Christmas tree we used the year Will was a toddler intent on world destruction. Will came in while I was fixing lunch to tell me that the Christmas tree fell on his head while he was finding his monkey underneath, so we went back to straighten up, and look what we found in Bethlehem.

Chris thinks this must be the lesser known Monster Shepherd, frequently left out of traditional nativity narratives because of his marginalized status as a non-human. I’m thinking maybe we should be going to church after all. Either way, it’s a pretty interesting picture.