Nativity

This has been our nativity stable for about ten years, since they were big enough to wield a glitter shaker. I felt it was a little bedraggled and needed to change. We looked at other options. There was no room at the inn.
We came up with the Fisher Price solution. There was actually a $40 F.P. nativity set in K-mart with an angel and star that played Silent Night but I was the only one interested in it. We do probably have enough F.P. little people to re-enact the Nuremberg Rally so I let it go. The barn stable will do. Mary and Joseph fit quite nicely and, importantly, the baby is still intact.
There seem to be a couple of AWOL shepherds. Bring in the F.P. extras for the livestock.
"Psst, Joseph! The Noahs are here. They can fill in for the Shepherds if they must. Oh look! They've brought along half their ark. The cheek! Tell them I'm busy with the obstetrician, Joe!"
"Is that a giraffe in the stable? It's sort of North Africa-ish I suppose."
"Who invited the doctor?"

"Mary, I've organised a few extra days in a private horse-stable for you to rest. Why have you got all these visitors?" They always say that, Mary.

"Joseph, turn the star down to 11, please. It's attracting all the bendy, circus weirdos. The Noahs probably asked them along."
"Joseph! Keep your crocodile away from the holy infant, pah-lease!"
"Joseph! There's a bear in the roof again! Where are we- Canada? Do something, Joseph. Joseph..."
No more extras! Can the hand of destiny please desist before there is retribution?!
Too late! The angel of the Lord has been dropped from a great and glorious height.

Here's a dodgy understudy to stand in while Princess Aralditie sets. Bambi, you're on the wrong movie set. This is a Cecil B. De Mille not a Disney.

It's a work in progress.