DEFLATED

I was taking my usual short-cut -- the alley beside the South Side Church of Christ -- and besides the convenience, I like to look at the live-animal manger scene there.

Half-way down the alley, I saw a young male carrying two large, white bags and I thought he'd probably been to the convenience store across the street from the church.   I stopped the car and asked, "Do you want a ride?" He agreed and I told him to put the bags in the back seat.   I said, "Brrr, it's so cold out there!" 

I saw that there was straw in the bags and I immediately realized that he had taken the straw from the manger scene. I asked where he was going and he said, "Hickory Street." I said, "That's not very far." When I turned onto Hickory Street, he said, "It's the last house ;  it's where there's a big Santa."

I said, "I don't see a big Santa," but the boy said, "It's the last house,  Santa's down."   Seeing a dog in the yard,  I said, "Oh, your dog's outside." He said, "I brought him inside for a little while last night but my mom won't let him stay inside; that's why I needed the straw." I thought, "The dog probably needs the straw as much as the animals at the manger." and decided not to lecture him.

I noticed that the "big Santa",  an inflatable Santa,  was on the ground -- deflated -- and I suddenly felt deflated and sad for the boy swiping the straw.

When I got home, I told Les about the incident and he said, "I'll bet the Baby Jesus didn't mind."