So, Where Exactly is Jesus?Posted: December 2, 2008
Christmas is a time when I always think fondly about my Dad. We did so much together during that time — traditions that I’m glad to be carrying on to this day and hopefully instilling the importance of them in Aidan as my Dad did for me.
What are they?
Well, first is the tree. You don’t get any tree. You get the perfect tree. Really doesn’t matter how long it takes to find it. When you see it, you know. Until you see it, you keep looking. It’s that simple. No need to elaborate further.
The other tradition? In our house, it was the manger. We had a great handmade wooden manger that a friend of the family actually built for my older brothers. However, they grew out of putting it up each year, and that’s when it became my job — with Dad’s help.
We had the perfect counter space for it. Long and narrow. It fit perfectly and allowed us the chance to spread out the figures and actually move the wisemen closer and closer each day (not kidding).
I used to love setting up the manger. It was my thing. And, more importantly, it was my thing with my Dad for many years.
After finishing the set up, we always would hide the baby Jesus. Couldn’t have him in the manger until the 25th. So, the question became, where exactly do we put Jesus?
Well, then, we chose the ice bucket. Not sure why, but we did. Jesus was definitely safe there until it was time for his appearance Christmas morning.
I ended up with this great manger — primarily because I’m the only one who truly cared about it. But that’s fine, because now it’s a new tradition in this house. Aidan was aware of it last year, but didn’t really care too much about it.
This year, things were different. He started asking on Thanksgiving afternoon when we could take it out and put it all together. We managed to delay him two days, but come Sunday after Thanksgiving, it was definitely manger time.
Here’s some visual fun for you:
Aidan in front of the manger, without anything put out yet.
We’re halfway there. Every piece is now out of the box.
Finished! Doesn’t it look great!
Kind of a cool manger, eh?
They sure look wise, don’t they? And old. These pieces are at least 35 years old.
So, there’s Mary and Joseph, a few angels and some other animals, but not a sign of Jesus anywhere.
That leads to the question, “So where exactly is Jesus?”
Well, we dont have an ice bucket. So we went to the next best thing.
The wine chicken from Italy. Where else?!
Yup, until Christmas morning, Jesus is sitting in the bottom of this pitcher.
And I suppose you have a better idea? 😉
So, readers, if you do a manger, where exactly is Jesus?