Friday night we took part in a living nativity in Blaine. Here is the story written by my mom:
Live Nativity Scene
Northwood Church’s evening to bless the town was elaborate: in the parking lot: a hay ride, a bonfire, and 200 boxes of Christmas dinners to give away. Inside: warm hugs and handshakes, mounds of cookies, hot and cold apple cider, the worship team banging out joyful sounds. Out back, between the church and the woods: a Live Nativity Scene -- for which Grace and Tim offered to bring a horse and some goats.
We closed the farm store just at dark and loaded up. Penny in the horse trailer was no problem since she is quite used to riding around; and two baby goats got to ride in the back of the pickup, peering out the canopy windows with cheerful anticipation. Of course Sunny went too -- but he rides in the cab behind us.
It could have been a nice tranquil adventure except that it seemed logical, with a trailer built for two, to pick up Lucas,Carol Molcar's miniature donkey, on the way.
Carol's farm was easy to find -- but once inside we didn't expect to be met by 4 enormous lamas – taller than the truck! – looming out of the dark and lumbering toward the trailer. Penny looked out her horse window and let out a stream of snort words. What are THOSE !!!?*!*!?*! Carol casually brings little Lucas around on a leash and loads him in beside Penny, which was no problem for him because he is used to riding around too. But Penny just keeps snorkussing at --everything!
Oh well... we pack ourselves into the pickup -- Carol squeezes in with Sunny in the back; Grace and I belt ourselves into the front seat; Tim slams the passenger door three times to make it stay shut, wedges in on his side, and guns to go. As we head for the gate, suddenly there is a terrible crashing back in the trailer. "Stop! STOP!" Grace yells. Tim pulls the emergency brake, jumps out, and Grace scrambles over the steering wheel because there isn't time to crawl over me.
Dear sweet Penny was jerking and kicking because little Lucas had crawled under the horse divider and was wedged under her chin! Needless to say, he was summarily unloaded, and relegated back to Carol’s truck, which delivered him to the church a bit after Penny got there first. But Penny simply hated everything about being a Live Nativity Scene and spent the evening leering over at Lucas and snorting with disgust. There were a few moments when the family posed with some dignity and looked the part, but I doubt Penny will EVER again be manger scenery. Real horses don’t like donkeys!
Northwood Church’s evening to bless the town was elaborate: in the parking lot: a hay ride, a bonfire, and 200 boxes of Christmas dinners to give away. Inside: warm hugs and handshakes, mounds of cookies, hot and cold apple cider, the worship team banging out joyful sounds. Out back, between the church and the woods: a Live Nativity Scene -- for which Grace and Tim offered to bring a horse and some goats.
We closed the farm store just at dark and loaded up. Penny in the horse trailer was no problem since she is quite used to riding around; and two baby goats got to ride in the back of the pickup, peering out the canopy windows with cheerful anticipation. Of course Sunny went too -- but he rides in the cab behind us.
It could have been a nice tranquil adventure except that it seemed logical, with a trailer built for two, to pick up Lucas,Carol Molcar's miniature donkey, on the way.
Carol's farm was easy to find -- but once inside we didn't expect to be met by 4 enormous lamas – taller than the truck! – looming out of the dark and lumbering toward the trailer. Penny looked out her horse window and let out a stream of snort words. What are THOSE !!!?*!*!?*! Carol casually brings little Lucas around on a leash and loads him in beside Penny, which was no problem for him because he is used to riding around too. But Penny just keeps snorkussing at --everything!
Oh well... we pack ourselves into the pickup -- Carol squeezes in with Sunny in the back; Grace and I belt ourselves into the front seat; Tim slams the passenger door three times to make it stay shut, wedges in on his side, and guns to go. As we head for the gate, suddenly there is a terrible crashing back in the trailer. "Stop! STOP!" Grace yells. Tim pulls the emergency brake, jumps out, and Grace scrambles over the steering wheel because there isn't time to crawl over me.
Dear sweet Penny was jerking and kicking because little Lucas had crawled under the horse divider and was wedged under her chin! Needless to say, he was summarily unloaded, and relegated back to Carol’s truck, which delivered him to the church a bit after Penny got there first. But Penny simply hated everything about being a Live Nativity Scene and spent the evening leering over at Lucas and snorting with disgust. There were a few moments when the family posed with some dignity and looked the part, but I doubt Penny will EVER again be manger scenery. Real horses don’t like donkeys!
