no room in the stable.

forget the inn, mary. the stable's full, too. in finn's nativity, the animals are cold too, and they get first dibs on the shelter. and the lamb is in charge of watching over the whole thing and telling the magi and shepherds to come see jesus, not the sometimes missing angel. some day, finn will understand the birth of our savior. just not this year.

as i type this message, i just saw baby jesus fly across the living room. oh dear. praise the lord and have a very merry christmas. we love you!