There are worse places to have a baby than in a stable. There is, for example, the base of a giant cuckoo clock.

“whew, he finally went to sleep, maybe I can grab a few minutes of shut-eye now…”
CUCKOO CUCKOOO
waaaaaaaah!!

A land, I might add, of oddly-proportioned creatures.

My favorite thing about this one is how much Joseph looks like the statue outside the old Big Boy. It used to end up on the roof of the high school every year around homecoming.

Actually, that’s a lie. My favorite thing is that it makes me want to say “we must get moose and seal” in a Boris and Natasha voice. Because there’s a moose…and…oh, never mind.

…and, if so, was it accompanied by a fiddle player and a strange Dolly Parton-esque angel? Were you visited by the three wise cowpokes?

King Herod’s always after me lucky charms!

I know, it’s a lovely piece of folk art. One shouldn’t make fun of folk art. The people who made this probably never even saw Star Wars, so they have no idea that they’ve just made a Jawa nativity.

Sure, they’re adoring the child right now, but tomorrow, they’ll be out stealing droids again.