Poor Baby Jesus. As an act of pure generosity and love, on Christmas morning he miraculously appeared, in the form of a tiny rubber doll, in the wooden manger under our Christmas tree. He looked so peaceful–so angelic–resting there on his bed of hay-colored yarn for about 5 minutes. Then Gabrielle discovered him and he has been “baby-handled” ever since.
“Jeeeeeeeesus!…. Baaaaaaaby!…..” she squealed as she snatched him from the
