Ok, so we missed Epiphany by a mile. Epiphany is the 12th day after Christmas, when Christians celebrate the wise men finding the baby Jesus.
When we were kids we had these ceramic wise men that would inch closer to the nativity scene after Christmas. When the wise men arrived we’d have a little mini celebration – cake or something – and then take down all of the Christmas decorations.
Unfortunately, those particular wise men bit the dust. I’d like to blame the cats, but since I was pretty much made out of disjointed left feet when I was a kid, it was probably me tripping over them on their arduous journey across the living room.
Anyhow, we got our first family nativity scene this year. A paint-your-own deal. Kitten, you will have the honor of painting them each year. This year, you meticulously painted them while Buddy was napping…
When Buddy woke up, he ooh-ed and ahh-ed over it. Then, promptly ran upstairs, scaled his bookshelf (minor mom heart attack), and came back with his ceramic sports car which he had painted himself last year. He stuck it right in the nativity. Thus, once and for all answering the question, how the heck did the wise men get there so fast?