Keeping Baby Warm
by Lynda H. Laughlin
It was an inexpensive dime-store Nativity set,
and he was only three years old. His back was
toward me, but I could see that his chubby little
hands were busily working on something at the
"What are you doing?" I asked him impatiently,
annoyed at him for touching the decorations after
he had been told not to.
As I started toward the scene of his latest
mischief, he turned toward me with wide blue
eyes filling and a single tear starting down his
cherubic cheek. Then I saw it. A carefully folded
tissue had been tenderly placed over the small
"Baby Jesus was cold, Mommy," he whispered.
Ten years have passed, and the tiny Nativity has
been replaced by a much larger one. But this
year, as every year, I found a carefully folded
tissue covering the baby Jesus. I think I know
who did it, and I hope he never stops.