Here you have a coy shepard, dedicated to the protection of the baby Jesus.


My most cherished childhood memories of this event begin with me dressing up as a sheep and crawling on hands and knees toward the altar for the program. Then, my little sister was a sheep and I was an angel. One year I even got to play Mary. Then, one year I was a raggedy ann doll dancing in the toystore at night for a non-traditional portrayal of the arrival of Jesus.
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Actually all those angels look like their halos might have slipped a bit! LOL It is in the eyes!
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