Here's to the Gluttony of Christ-mas

The UPS man banged on the door.

Moments later, Eric walked into the living room with two boxes, one of which looked very much like it might have delicious things inside.

He cut it open and began exploring the dark interior.

Behold! Goodies for Pookie and her parents from wonderful Grandma Cheri!

Buried underneath layers of yummy chocolates and homemade cookies, Eric pulled out stuffed fabric forms of the nativity which he sewed together when he was just a little tyke. I handed them to Lexi, whose eyes were as big as dinner plates with excitement.

She looked at Mary, squished her a bit, grabbed the sheep, licked them just to see, and then squealed with delight as she grabbed baby Jesus and promptly stuffed him in her mouth.

Eric and I laughed, and then greedily over-indulged in festive treats for the next half hour.

Finally finished with my gluttony, I began picking up the house and found poor stuffed baby Jesus underneath a chair in the living room, sopping wet and just a little slobbery.

The Scriptures do say, after all, "Taste and see that the Lord is good" (Ps. 34:8). Lexi just happened to find him to be exceptionally delicious.