Some people get Baby Jesus in a potato chip.

Some people get the Virgin Mary, crying tears of ketchup blood on a used napkin.

There was even a sighting of the deceased Pope John Paul in a fire recently. Yup, the dead Pope made of flame, crouched over and waving a blessing.

Being the heathens that we are, we get a bird fetus in Luca's tie-dye onesie. The one I made for her back in the day, when she was the size of a lime in my belly.









I'm thinking we should call The National Enquirer now.