Dear Homeowner, Baby Jesus Wants to Go Inside
Can I get a blanket?

Dear Homeowners,
I demand that you take me inside. I am The Baby Jesus. That used to mean something around here.
I get you. You’re in a Pandemic. You’re lazy. You don’t shower. You never change out of that zip-up, prisonguard, outfit you found at Target. Your kitchen is like a crime scene. But why am…