Today was the day that the teachers were going to put their nativity scene in their classroom. Before that happened their headmaster, Mr Rockley had asked the teachers to bring their work into the staffroom for approval. They were, after all, a Church of England school and so there was a good standard he wanted to keep up.
He passed over traditional designs before he reached the final scene laid out by Mrs Cox. He took a moment to stop and stare at the scene in front of him, a frown playing across his eyebrows. “What is this?”
“A nativity scene?” Mrs Cox said raising her voice at the end of the statement to make it a question.
“It looks more like some scene from the Hobbit, or some fantasy movie.”
“Look, I put a cross on this to make it a church. Over there is a stable, and this is a campfire which has been probably made by those shepherds watching their flock by night.”
Mr Rockley, clearly exasperated, turned to her. “There are no people!”
“Everybody knows where they are, let them use imagination.” Mrs Cox gave a smile. “Christmas is all about having just a little faith!”
Written for Sunday photo fiction