I'm pretty positive Luke didn't feel the nostalgia for it as we put it up, but he did recognize the baby Jesus (he loves to play the snowglobe that Grandmother gave him for his baptism, "Night night, baby Jesus!") who, unfortunately, dropped on the floor. But, we dusted it off with a kiss, and we're good to go this Christmas.
"Uh oh, Luke. Baby Jesus fell."
Good thing Aunt Brookie was there to help.
All set!
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