Undaunted by a slight hiccup, in the shape of a flat tyre on the trailer - well the Wise Men were meant to be late to the party weren't they? - we reached Bethlehem, aka the field behind the Wawa garage, where shepherds were sitting around a smoking, sparking fire pit and Mary and Joseph proudly displayed the Baby Jesus.
Who was blissfully soaking up the atmosphere.
The horses were old hands at this game, having done it a few times before...
plus, (take my word for it) a poinsettia boutonniere atop one's tail. Been there, done that.(Just don't tell them they're supposed to be camels)
Just had a tummy-tickling ball.
All change for the Wise Men, who let someone smaller have a turn.
And a Merry/Happy Christmas to all friends here and back across the pond!