Here we are, well into 2012. The decorations are down, the last of the tinsel vacuumed up. The last Ferrer Roche has been gobbled and the fridge is stocked with beans and brown rice.
Hell no. Over in Spain I still have to look at this.
No offense, baby Jesus, but I’ve seen enough of yo’ ass. I need a change of nativity scene, so to speak.
Granted, our nativity scene saw a lot of action, but even Yago is bored with it now.
As nativity scenes go around here, ours was tiny, but it still occupied an entire table, plus compliments of Lego and Playmobile for over a month. But I can’t complain. Check out our friend, Fede’s.
His wife had to park on the street for a month while baby Jesus took over the garage.
This is the Algeciras municipal nativity scene. Thanks to the crisis, it was significantly scaled down this year.
But they couldn’t do without “El Cagon.” That’s right, “The Pooer”. You can’t have a Spanish nativity scene without some guy taking a crap behind the stable.
And dude, I’ve seen enough of yo’ ass too.