Yes, yes…there was a “day 3” where I made lots of toffee…or rather a great big “oops”. Didn’t quadruple the recipe correctly. So, we’ll revisit that in a few days.
So, the Three Wise TRex’s.
The story of how they came to be actually begins when I was a child. I can only look back and imagine the frustration on my poor Sunday school teacher’s face, for I was a holy terror. And, among other things, one thing that always bothered me, and I always asked at this time of year: What happened to all the sheep?
If all those shepherds were heading off to see the baby, WHAT is happening to the sheep? Who’s watching them? Folks just leaving their duties, that isn’t right???
I’ld get answers ranging from “the angels watched them” (which brought another slew of questions from me) to the more pointed “Be quite”.
The next step in the journey for the TRex’s came from my son, in his own little Sunday School moment. The kids were asked to draw an animal that was in the stable with Jesus. And, as the kids slowly filed up and presented their Camels and sheep, Kyle proudly displays HIS animal. When asked what it was, he pronounces “It’s a T-REX! RAWR!!”
I could only smile approvingly.
THEN there was the Birthday Party….
With Christmas bringing me baking cookies anyway, and Kyles birthday being so close, and him having a DINOSAUR birthday party (and not liking cake, so thus the cookies), it made sense to buy a dinosaur cookie cutter.
And there, staring at the counter with a bunch of trees and bells and ginger bread men sitting next to a host of T-Rex’s, the story of the 3 wise T-Rex’s was born.
I am sure you know the tale:
The 3 Wise T-Rex’s….who waited for the shepherds to leave so they could EAT THE FLOCKS!!! (insert evil laughter here)
Ah…makes me smile.
We could even make it into a nice kids tale by having the T-Rex’s bring the wool coats of all the sheep they ate to baby Jesus. *snicker*
Thus it is, you CAN’T have Christmas without the 3 wise T-Rex’s.
TC,
As I’m acquainted with your mom and grandma,I can tell you a bit about the origin of that recipe. It came out of a newspaper article in the woman’s page in about the late 70’s or early 80’s and the pickles were called sugared pickles. The reason your brothers don’t like the ‘dirty pickles is because of your mom. At the time it was the belief that those little spices could get caught in the intestines and cause problems esp. for little kids. She was an over-protective sort. Still is, isn’t she? Hence, the cheesecloth. Love the Three Wise T-Rex’s