On Christmas morning we sing carols before and after breakfast, one of our traditions. There is as much energy around the impersonations for the Friendly Beasts as there is in trying to get our harmonies on key. This year our favorite camel couldn't remember her signature noise... she couldn't remember that she had always produced this camel noise for as long as I can remember... so at least five years. It was a turning point for sisters who are still in denial about the big "A" word. We muddled through. There is no turning back time, not collectively anyway. So here's a new baby, (not white) surrounded by his friendly beasts.

1 comment:
It IS hard to think of Jesus as not being white. What really gets me, though, are all those paintings of him where he looks like he could be a male model for Ralph Lauren or something. We all know he wasn't good looking (at least not according to biblical standards) so why is he always portrayed as someone you'd want to take to the prom? It's so disgusting!
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