My sacrilegious husband

My mother has a knitted nativity. It acquires several new scenarios each year. My favourite so far involved a knife-weilding Wise Man, and a sheep on a spit.

This is officially the best nativity scene ever. It even beats out the nativity scenes that are made completely of moose or bear figurines.

It already is a semi-tradition of my husband’s to sneak something into the Nativity and see how long it takes his mom to notice. Usually the ox got replaced with a doberman figurine in the same position and roughly the same size. A giant Dobie watching Jesus. Woof.

But yeah, I can see already that we’re going to try to top this every year… :smiley:

That is now my wallpaper.

Tarzan the ApeChrist.

Pardon me, is this the nonstop handbasket to Hell?

It’s the Woven Hell Express, and I’m the Conductor. Ticket, please.

I am not kidding, I actually read this poem in the December 1976 issue of Fantasy and Science Fiction. “The 14 Gifts” by Vance Aandahl. It was a poem about the Nativity Scene in the Christ Child gets bored with the Magi and their gifts. Then Bigfoot visits the manger and the baby asks to go to Bigfoot and has fun joking with him.

Maybe he’s been smoking frankincense.

Out of a gold hookah.

You should have seen what the cow was doing to the sheep in our Nativity figures this year…

Pulling a Hal Briston?

The Shepherd Lad seems to be very fond of his lamb…

Heh! Now we know who’s been stealing all the baby Jesus figurines…Kong!

I’m afraid now that if I find out where Kong sleeps, I’ll find a cache of little baby Jesuses.

Why do you want to know where Kong sleeps?

To rescue Jesus? Maybe I’ll get a nice reward or something. And He better not try to foist that Everlasting Life canard on me. I want cash, dammit.

I hear they’re pretty well fixed.
But does Kong stash 'em, or does he wave them around and throw them off high buildings?
I had no idea that Great Apes were so religious.

If you put a puppy in the manger, then Mary gets to be Dog Ma !

Can’t he just ascend or something? You’d think being the Son of God would be worth at least a “Get Out of Jail Free” card or something.
Or something.

OK. This I want to see a picture of. It sounds cool beyond words.