...We bundled up for the Nativity in the Glen, which is fast becoming a favorite neighborhood tradition.
We walked down the candle lit path into Bethlehem,
heard a choir of angels sing,
saw (and smelled) camels, donkeys, sheep, and goats,
smiled awkwardly from the side,
witnessed the wise men bringing gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh,
and beheld Baby Jesus (or baby cheeses, whichever).
It was beautiful!