"Donkey"
This may be one of two. I own nothing, I make nothing.....
Misty-eyed, Kirsten watched the sturdy blond place the donkey in the nativity scene. “Done!” he crowed, “....’cept the angel.” He shot Sophie a jealous glare. “Why’s An’ Sophie get to?”
“Tradition,” Kirsten murmured mildly, with a significant glance at her daughter. “Let him help?”
At twelve, she could be gracious- I’m in middle school now! Sophie nodded, “Sure. But we must make sure she’s in just the right spot so she doesn’t fall off the stable roof.”
Wide blue eyes blinked. “Ya mean like Dad?”
Ryan groaned. Damn Seth for telling it like part of the Chrismukkah story. Every year!
Misty-eyed, Kirsten watched the sturdy blond place the donkey in the nativity scene. “Done!” he crowed, “....’cept the angel.” He shot Sophie a jealous glare. “Why’s An’ Sophie get to?”
“Tradition,” Kirsten murmured mildly, with a significant glance at her daughter. “Let him help?”
At twelve, she could be gracious- I’m in middle school now! Sophie nodded, “Sure. But we must make sure she’s in just the right spot so she doesn’t fall off the stable roof.”
Wide blue eyes blinked. “Ya mean like Dad?”
Ryan groaned. Damn Seth for telling it like part of the Chrismukkah story. Every year!