Well, we did. (I don’t know which family member was actually responsible, though I have my suspicions.) Couldn’t have lost a camel or a wise man or even that random hay bail that came with our set. Nope, we had to lose the most crucial piece of all. Yesterday I made a focused effort to look for the little guy, which resulted in Silas and Cameron yelling into the couch cushions “BABY JESUS!!! ARE YOU THERE???”

He wasn’t.

So rather than resign ourselves to this awkward fate, or try to buy a replacement baby, I took matters into my own (debatably) creative hands and made a new one.

He fits in the manger perfectly.

And Rubí loves him.

She played with our little Jesus and his manger all day, and covered him in blankies and made sure his mommy was nearby.

Except I think somethings got a bit mixed up along the way. Can you spot my children’s addition to the nativity?

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