So we crammed in all the pre-holiday festivities into 48hours. Last minute shopping, cooking, baking, wrapping, and we get home and collapse.
I told the kids I had to run to the grocery store for a couple items and the little one pipes up "Don't forget to get stuff for the cake!!!" Huh? Cake? Who is baking a cake?
"Mom, you have to bake a cake for Jesus!" Who does this, and why don't they tell me weeks ago? Don't I get to decide family traditions?
But looking into her great eyes filled with visions of a baby in a manger, I melt and decide to hit up a bakery.
I hope Baby Jesus likes carrot cake.
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Jesus gets cake? I never baked Jesus a damn cake...I thought Santa got cookies and in return that got me presents. What's Jesus gonna leave for me? Ohhh! Does that mean double the presents?
Lol - I suppose your present stash could be double.
It's just the strangest thing. I knew about the manger and the wise nmen, but I never grew up with making a cake for Jesus.
I think it's in the bible,
blessed is he who baketh, for God hath major sweet tooth
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