Oink, Oink

One of our younger parishioners came up to me in his father's arms at Christmas Mass, quite concerned about something missing from the Nativity scene.  The issue: there was no pig.  In his world, the Bethlehem stable is a barn (it has sheep and a cow and a donkey, after all), and farmyards are simply supposed to include pigs.

I wasn't able to honor his request in church.  (I'm quite sure that, since Mary would have certainly kept a kosher kitchen, she tried her best to keep a kosher manger, too.)  But his Mom and Dad took care of things at home:

I just love how the wise man in green seems to be turning tail on catching sight of the newly-arrived big, pink visitor.

Many thanks to my buddy Parker for all the smiles!