We were settling down to Christmas dinner tonight. For some reason, my MiL got a late start on her Nativity scene. So Jesus was kicking it at the end of the dinner table; He was my left hand man. One of the nephews got a King Kong action figure. The Highwayman posed baby Jesus in the crook of his arm. It was an uncannily perfect fit.
On the one hand, I didn’t want to laugh about it in front of my very religious mother-in-law (who promptly threw a fit about it, but laughed in spite of herself). On the other, I’d been drinking all night and it was just the sort of irreverant thing I enjoy.
That’s pretty classy.
Not as cool as the joint stuck in the hand of the statue of Jesus at my Catholic High School, but pretty good.
Yes, the staff had a burnt offering over that.
You didn’t ask, but I’ll post my Xmas 2005 funny too.
My young brother’s son still believes in Santa, so some people gave him gifts marked ‘from Santa’. One of them was a little plastic container full of a yellow, lemon-scented, gelatinous substance called ‘FART SLUDGE’. The idea is that when you pull it out of or stuff it back into its’ container it makes an age-appropriate noise. The nephew got a big kick out of it.
Later when my sister was getting ready to go home someone commented on a bag of candies that fell out of her purse. She informed us that Santa had put it in her stocking.
I told my nephew in a childishly taunting tone of voice “Santa gave Aunt Gena candy and he gave you fa-arts!”
He was, literally, ROFL and (mostly because of his reaction) the rest of us were still giggling about it here and there for hours.
It seems that the only usual participant that senses anything unusual is the camel. Everyone(thing) else, other than the sheep who appears to be stoned (see previous spliff reference) continues to stare at the manger. Aptly metaphorical.
