Many years ago when my kids were small, we lived one year in a house that had a dirt cellar. It was a very mousey house. The next year when we unpacked our Christmas decorations, we found that the tiny baby Jesus was missing from our home made navitity scene. In His place was a pile of grain!
My sister, upon hearing the story said…“They probably thought it was a reasonable exchange…Jesus is the Bread of Life!”
I always imagine the little mice gathered at Christmas telling THEIR version of the story of how they got hold of baby Jesus.
We say they stole it…but they did leave something of value (to them) in return. And He was so tiny, He was just the right size for the mice!
Your turn to share a Christmas story…