I'm not sure why this amuses me so much, but last night, while doing some last minute shopping at the Wal-Mart for guinea pig fodder, what did I see in the Christmas aisle but --
A Gingerbread Nativity Scene?
It was a Build-Your-Own Gingerbread Creche, complete with Mary, Joseph, a shepherd, two wooly sheep, and a cute as a bug baby Jesus plus a manger to put him in, also a stable. You and the kiddies build the stable, see, and then you decorate the whole thing, and place it under the tree and --
Well, eat it, I guess.
"I wanna eat Baby Jesus, Mommy!"
"No, I do!"
"All right, all right! We share in this house! Billy, you get Baby Jesus's feet, and Sally, you can eat His belly, and Cindy eats his head."
See, it's better than letting the kiddies build gingerbread houses at Christmas-time, right? Because you know what those represent, don't you?
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