But the Baby Jesus is covered with snow!! (Maybe not enough snow if you take a closer look. ) The position of the arms is not one of a baby reaching out to its mother and the world beyond. These arms are a foreshadowing of the crucifixion that is to come. And the Crocs??!! Admittedly more comfortable than the sandals of 2,000 years ago but also a foreshadowing of the dreadful things yet to come into being. And "the swaddling clothes"? (Or as the line in the recent Holden play, The Best Christmas Pageant Ever, went, " the wadded-up clothes.") A (putting it politely) highly whimsical fleece scarf. (The sheep were particularly interested in this fleece thing. A reprieve. Of sorts. Perhaps.)
And the cow? The same cow that began the journey from atop Chalet Hill? So far away. So far to go. Upon determining the whereabouts of Lucille, the erstwhile heifer, I discovered a pile of rubble on the path by the kiosk. Some of the objects in the pile were vaguely familiar to various parts of the original Lucille. With her hat still affixed to her milk jug head, it seems that at some point she had completely fallen apart atop her skis.
And the yellow duckling? The first to arrive? Vanished without a trace. There is obvious villainy round and about.
At the moment we await an epiphany and The Epiphany. On January 6, the Wise Men arrive from the East. (For real. They are, we hear, en route.)
It will take the combined talents and all their wisdom to sort this out. And in my humble opinion, if they arrive with a ham!! in lieu of gold and frankincense and myrrh (also from The Best Christmas Pageant Ever) they won't need to sort it out! We can all sit down and eat! Ham!
If and when...but only if and when...there is any more to report regarding these extravagant events, I will report. The world needs to know all the possibilities of madness that can befall it.