My "Husband's" Favorite Christmas Story

Dear Diary,

Michael and I were sitting down for a chat today, and just when I thought I had heard every one of his stories 10 times over--well,maybe 8--he comes up with yet another--A Christmas Story.

Waaaaay back in the day, little Michael got the role of a Shepherd in the church Christmas play. The crowd was arriving, the cast was in costume, Mary was in the early stages of labour, and the baby Jesus was nowhere to be found--in all of the hub bub of decorating the set, someone forgot the star of the show.

Being the quick thinker he was, my then very young--and I might add cute--husband offered to dash home and grab his sister's doll--his house was right around the corner. So off he went. Robes trailing behind him, the shepherd left in search of a babe wrapped in swaddling clothes.

Returning just in time, he laid the babe in the manger, where it stayed till Mary and Joseph arrived on the scene. All was well.

Pushing her veil aside from her face, Mary affectionately drew the baby into her arms to cradle and rock him to sleep. The room fell silent in adoration of the child.

It was silent, it was holy, all was calm, and all was bright. All eyes were fixed on the Virgin and child, and all ears were fixed on the "Baby Doll Giggles."

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