Mary and Joseph spent an uneventful night at our house on Thursday, and that morning I had to return it to our church, All Saints, during our playgroup there (smAll Saints - clever, huh?!). I was pleased that they made it out of the house unbroken, but it was nice to host them and Mary stuck to the story and didn't give birth early or anything like that. Last year apparently the baby Jesus went around to all the houses with Mary and Joseph before someone mentioned that he probably shouldn't have made an appearance until Christmas!
Granny Bishy arrived mid-morning and later that day we went off to get Blake his Christmas present and to get a pot for the fig tree I'd bought Matt back in September for our anniversary. No pear trees, or partridges, but we now do have a potted fig tree in our garden.