She was five and sure of the facts, and recited them with slow solemnity, convinced that every word was revelation.
She said, “they were so poor, they only had one peanut butter and jelly sandwich to eat, and they went a long way from home, without getting lost.
The lady rode on a donkey and the man walked, and the baby was inside the lady.
They had to stay in a stable with an ox and an ass (hee-hee), but the three Rich Men found them because a star lifted the roof.
Shepherds came and you could pet the sheep but not feed them.
Then the baby was borned. And do you know who it was? With that her quarter eyes inflated to silver dollars. She said, “The baby was God.”
And then Sharon jumped into the air, whirled around, dove into the sofa and buried her head under the cushion, which is the only proper response to the Good news of the Incarnation.