Doggerel in the Manger
After we three are home and warm and mama is sprawled asleep, the kid builds a shoebox nativity and the cats and I make a heap. A mother, a father, a baby, three kings, each with a place and a name, like old chess pieces set out on a board before the start of a game. When all of the parts and props are arranged to align with the incarnation, she stands and announces, "It's ready! Look!" and turns to the adoration.