CHRISTMAS AT HOME

The church Grace and her family belong to had an event last night - a dozen outdoor displays that depicted the birth and story of Christ.

Grace's family were assigned to be the happy little unit celebrating Christmas.

I was hoping for the Nativity scene assignment for Grace's family. Her mom would have been the Virgin, the boy friend as Joseph, the two half bro's as Wise Men, the boy friend's daughter as Baby Jesus, and Grace as a sheep herder.

Well, mom's not a virgin, the boy friend is a painter, not a carpenter, the two half bro's are wise asses and not wise men, the boy friend's daughter was not male enough to play Jesus and Grace will be a Vet once out of college and definitely not herding sheep.

Apparently the powers to be in the church saw it that way, too and the little family ended up opening pretend presents all night long much to the delight of passers-by in their automobiles.

Grace and I "caw, caw, caw!" at each other - just like crows. So when the wife pulled up to their "scene" last night I opened the window and started crowing. There was no doubt in any one's mind as to who was in the black BMW SUV - some jackass making lots of stupid noise.

CAW! CAW!

Every family should have some sort of signal.

Quoth the Raven every more.