DIY Manger

Our church’s Children’s Ministry needed a manger for baby Jesus for an upcoming Bible story.  Unfortunately, we didn’t have much money to spend on it.  We looked online, hoping we could find a deal, but mangers are pricey these days, so I volunteered to throw one together.  My version might not be awesome, but at least it would be free.

I’d never built a manger before, but I figured how hard could it be?  It’s basically a wooden box with legs.  Easy peasy, right?  I had a pile of scrap wood sitting behind my shed and a nail gun in my garage.  Give me an hour and I’d knock this thing out.  

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The Star of Christmas

Putting the star on top of the Christmas tree is the greatest honor in yuletide decorating.  Oh sure the lights are important, but there are a million lights.  They’re a dime a dozen.  And ornaments?  Don’t even get me started.  Who’s going to notice where you hang one of dozens of ornaments on your festive evergreen?  

But the star?  C’mon, that’s the top dog.  The big cheese.  The head honcho.  There’s only one tree topper, and only one person can put it in place.  That person pretty much dominates the entire hall decking operation.  

At least that’s how my daughters saw it when they were little.  That’s why we had to establish an orderly system for them to take turns each year as the designated star hanger.  My wife even went so far as to put a note in the box with our Christmas star to remind us who had the distinction of hanging the star the previous year.  That way there would be no dispute as to who was up to bat this holiday season.  

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Puppy Love

Five years ago my family blackmailed me into getting a dog.  They threatened me with a rabbit.  If I didn’t cave on the dog, we would have a long-eared carrot chomper stinking up a cage in my daughter’s bedroom.  I wasn’t about to let that happen.  

Don’t get me wrong, I love to see a cute bunny hopping around the yard as much as the next person.  I just didn’t want one as a roommate.  If we had a big house or a basement or a barn, it would be a different story, but we don’t.  When it came to Peter Cottontail, our house just wasn’t big enough for the both of us. 

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