What a cuddly wuddly Jesus.
Don't you just wanna pinch his chubby little savior cheeks?
He's got a place to rest his sweet head because of Joseph.
I always feel kinda bad for Joseph.
You've got Jesus: Son of God, Messiah, Savior, all around good guy.
There's Mary. Hail, yeah, Mother of God, blessed fruity womb and whatnot.
And then Joseph.
Just Joseph. Plain old Joseph. No special title or privileges.
The guy best known for managing the mule and manger situation.
Plus, his wife is a virgin who gets knocked up by God.
I don't know about you, but if I'm Joseph, I'm thinking: Damn.
Okay, I was wrong. Maybe he's not just plain ol' Joseph.
To the Catholics, he's Joseph, Patron Saint of Aspirin. Or something.
Of course, Joseph also can be very helpful if you want to sell your home.
Have you heard about this?
Buy a statue of St. Joseph. Bury him upside down in your front yard. Pray.
And faster than you can say 30-year fixed at 6.1% APR, your home is SOLD!
You think parenting is hard? How would you like to be stepfather to the son of God?
Because you just know Jesus went through that rebellious 12 year old stage where he was all "You're not my REAL father!"
How about we give it up for Joseph this Christmas, eh?
I am listening to: The Calling - Wherever You Will Go
I am reading: Newsweek
And I am: Cabin feverish
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