It’s that magical time of year again. A gaggle of figurines stand around, waiting.

The manger’s cradle lies empty.

A tiny wooden baby is not yet born, yet still exists out there. Somewhere.

Perhaps rattling around in a dusty old drawer, waiting for Christmas Eve.

Or perhaps not.

(Originally published Dec 2008)

For the rest of the month, the complete Baby J’s can be found here (hit Next Page down there at the bottom for more… am I really explaining this in 2016?  You know what to do) .  Baby J origin can be found here, in comments.