Peggotty’s found Jesus!

I ate my toast this morning from a hand-painted Blue Ridge poinsettia plate and was glad  for Christmas.

My nails are painted a rather festive forest green but, on the warm-blooded, the polish turns turquoise blue indoors. Thank goodness I am going to a house without heating this new year. There, the fingers of even fifty-something women will tremble with cold and thus my digits will darken in a way that  delightfully appropriate for the season.

Peggotty has found Jesus this Christmas. For the last few years, her Mexican-made mini-nativity has seen the part of the Holy Child played by a Jelly Bean. Being determinedly multi-cultural, Peggotty has placed a different colored Jelly Bean in the manger each year , putting a licorice or bubblegum or cinnamon sweet in amongst the straw and swaddling. The Creche is made of whittled wood and the real Jesus was no more than the size of a skelf. It turns out he’d slipped between the seams of the packing box some years ago and it took until now for Our Saviour to reappear. Shows that you just need to know where to look…



About Liz Barron

US Peace Corps Volunteer in Armenia. Permanent address in Washington DC. Deep roots in Northern Ireland and persistent Belfast accent. Blogger,cook, mother, grandma, Scrabble-player and enthusiastic world traveler.
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