Good morning.

It’s been approximately three years since I last waxed poetic within my little corner of The Interwebs. And I can’t say that I’ve been missing it all that much.

Until today.

Long story short, I have this weird brain that flits in and out of moods and emotions more frequently than Ariana Grande dons new outfits at her concerts. Not that I’ve been to one of the little tart’s Ariana’s performances.

But still.

My chronic insomnia roused me at 5:00 this morning and whispered into my weird brain, “Hey, you sexy thing. Let’s write.”

So here I am.

Upon reflection, it’s quite fitting that I sit here with my MacBook in my lap on the day before Thanksgiving, for my Christmas decor is already in place. It conjures memories from days of yore…specifically, the days in which The Cherubs delighted in putting up our family Nativity and invariably wreaking good-natured havoc upon it.

And this year, The Smallish One, now at age fifteen, conducted a throwback of sorts. In his quirky signature style, he lent his own creative touch to the Nativity that infuses the holy vignette with his own artistic abilities honed in a school ceramics class.

And so, without further ado, may I humbly present…

The Holy Throwback.