Yesterday we decorated the church for Christmas. My brother, one of my sisters, two of my friends, my high school art teacher, and I were assigned to carry the huge, heavy, ceramic manger scene from the basement to the front steps of the church, where we were to set it up. We were all pretty afraid of breaking them, but we successfully got all of them up, except baby Jesus because we were going to wait until Christmas to put him out.
After that we were told to get the huge fake Christmas tree that takes three hours to put together and set it up in the Fellowship Hall. We all groaned and joked that we could just stick the branches in randomly so it was an abstract tree. The tree was in a few different bags that were all packed in a box. My brother pulled all the bags out while my art teacher held the box. He got a few out and handed them to my sister and friends and they went upstairs with them. Then my brother tripped over something and collided with a rickety wooden cradle upon which Baby Jesus was sitting.
Yeah, you can guess where it went from there. I dove and tried to catch Baby Jesus, but didn’t get there in time and he slid across the cradle and crashed onto the floor, sending pieces flying out the door. All three of us just looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Then my brother just said ‘Oh, shit’.
Then the guy who bought the ceramic manger scene came downstairs and my art teacher goes ‘I think we have a problem’. He looks at the pieces and says ‘Oh, it’s no big deal’. We were kind of surprised since it had cost so much. Then he explained that that Jesus wasn’t the one that went with the expensive set. That Jesus was in a box surrounded by packing peanuts. Apparently the Baby Jesus that my brother broke was one that one of the old pastors got for free in NYC.
After that we went to assemble the tree. The directions were lost so we had to make an abstract tree.