And Starring As Christ the Lord: Carrot Top.

Oh, please keep the Christmas traditions coming. I have read each and every one and cannot wait to tell you all what I came up with. If you haven't left me a comment with your favorite tradition, do so now! You all are really giving me some great ideas.

I would now like tell the story of how the little Lord Jesus (star of the song, "What Child Is This" and "Away In a Manger") came to be played by your favorite comedian and mine, Carrot Top.

Remi has recently come across 87,000 color pages of the nativity. I don't know where she's getting them. I suppose they're passing these things out in Sunday School; what are they thinking? As if I have nothing better to do than teach about Christmas at Christmastime. Hmph!

After purchasing a new box of colors for Remi (since most were lost in the Momma-I-Ate-My-Colors Debacle of '08) she sat down yesterday at the counter to begin her marathon color fest.

At first I wasn't worried. Sure, she seemed determined in her endeavors. I would offer up other colors but she was pretty certain that everyone at the manger scene was black. And I was fine with that. Anythings possible. I wasn't there, so what do I know. But Jesus was not once - not twice - not even three times - but was every time stricken with the most horrible orange hair you've ever seen.

I offered up blond, because nothing says "It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas" like a baby with surfer blond hair.

I offered brown. Certainly because brown is a pretty typical hair color, but also because it was the only one that the end of it hadn't been bitten off. (She's smart. She really is. Don't let her eating crayolas distract you from that.)

I even offered black. Because there is nothing cuter than a big, fat baby with a full head of coal black hair. And also because it seemed to go along with the overall "color scheme" she was going with.

I even offered her a deep auburn. Which really doesn't exist. Unless you blend brown and red together. But the red was in her mouth. Again.

But nope. Jesus was a carrot top. Of this, she was sure.

And who was I to argue? My hair has been three different colors in the last month, so...

Oh, what I would do to have a picture of hers to show off. But she spit up a little crayola on it. Or maybe two crayolas. Cuz it looked like a little deep auburn to me.