roman soldiers

You and I had a date night recently, big guy. We went to do the Walk through Bethlehem, a wonderfully intricate and detailed recreation of the little town during the time Jesus was born, complete with costumed people greeting us with “Shalom. Welcome to Bethlehem.” We waited in a long line outside on a cold night for nearly an hour and a half. You complained you were cold, asked to go in, begged for me to hold you. I almost gave up and took you home. We talked about how mean and power-drunk the Roman soldiers were, and you got nervous when one passed by until I explained they were just pretending. I talked you into a picture with one. All in all, it was a great momma-son date night and perhaps, a nice new holiday tradition.


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