and just as i imagine jesus (exhausted by all the hubbub surrounding his first birthday), tummy full after a feast of fish, flatbread and hummus, hobbling over to his parents' bed (i'm assuming they had moved out of the stable by now), climbing up and chewing on a wooden soldier joseph had carved for him out of olive wood, so this little lady found winnie the pooh and snuggled in, ready to fall asleep at any moment...and her party hadn't even started yet.
