
All of these stories are adorable!
Before I share my manger stories, I feel like I must add this disclaimer:
**We are devout Christians**
When my daughter was little, she called Baby Jesus' parents "Mommy and Jo-fiss." I still call them that occasionally.
Everybody loves the manger at my mother's house. Her baby Jesus is so cute and nakey. Despite her warnings not to touch him, one day he disappeared. We searched high and low, but he was no where to be found. In a sudden burst of inspiration, I checked the jail of the old Fisher Price castle that was mine when I was little- you know which one I'm talking about? There he was- in jail!

And he was stuck (both of his arms are outstretched, you know)! It took some manuevering, but I finally set him free. There was a hushed silence and my mother asked in horror, "Who put baby Jesus in jail?" My 4-year old niece burst into tears. She was the obvious culprit!
Also (I can't believe I'm admitting this) when my sister and I were pre-teens, the angels, who were very pretty,
might have made out with some of the wisemen. And some of the paint that was on their lips might have rubbed onto the wiseman's lips, and might still be there. Oh, and a shepard, too. But they stayed away from Jo-fiss. This is a holy place, after all.