I love Christmas time! I confess my tree was up and decorated mid November. The Christmas season goes by so quickly, and we are going to Florida for the week of Christmas, so I wanted to enjoy the tree a little earlier this year. I’ve been in Christmas mode for a while and almost all my shopping is done! I recently stopped into one of my favorite little thrift stores and found a small glass nativity scene. It was $3.00 and probably no more than $5.00 new but it’s my favorite decoration for Christmas so I bought it. The set included Mary and Joseph, baby Jesus, and the three wise men. Three dollars spent that goes to a good cause and I’m super excited about my find! I picked Kaleigh up from school and she did not share in my excitement, but I was not deterred. As soon as we got home and unloaded the car, she looked through other stuff I had purchased that day while I started setting up my little nativity scene. First, I put the manger in the center, then Mary on the right side and Joseph on the left, both facing inward to watch over baby Jesus. Then I lined up the three wise men in a slight semi-circle behind the manger and it looked perfect. I went to get baby Jesus but He was not there. I was sure He was there in the store, surely I would have noticed if the most important piece was missing! We searched for Him to no avail and decided this would not do. But how do you get rid of Jesus’ bed? How do you just throw away a Nativity scene knowing all that it represents? I couldn’t do it. Fortunately, I had vaguely remembered hearing that someone had stolen baby Jesus from an outdoor nativity scene, and instead of the owner taking it down, he left it up in honor of Jesus no longer being in a manger, but seated in Heaven at the right hand of the Father. I could work with this. I talked my way through the whole logical explanation until it fit nicely in my mind and I was feeling pretty good about it. Then I repeated it all to Kaleigh to get her on board with this new understanding of our nativity scene meaning and why it was still awesome sitting on our little table. She was not buying it. She was actually looking at me like I may or may not have made the whole thing up to keep from looking ridiculous that I don’t have the heart to throw it away…or like I had grown a second head. The more I talked, the stranger the looks I got from her. Finally, with what appeared to be a sense of bewilderment, she walked over and looked at the nativity scene then picked up the manger, and I knew she was about to say something profound. She turned back to look at me, held up the manger to examine it, gently sat it back down then said, “Momma, you had it upside down.” And so it was, baby Jesus was there in His manger all along!! ~Merry Christmas!!