The Bethlehem Express

I was doing chores yesterday while McKenzie was happily playing with the child's creche we have. It has entertained her for the last few Christmases, the lovable characters fitting perfectly in her hands, the little donkey missing both his ears, having been knocked off the dresser a few too many times. She loves to arrange the figures, sometimes wrapping one or two in a box and putting them under the tree. There are endless possibilities, but yesterday she came up with one I had never seen or even thought of before. Shoot...why would you ride a donkey when you can take a dump truck?