Sarah goes to Barcelona for three weeks, and I get the little guy pictured below, a Catalonian tradition called a canager. Shitter, I believe, is an accurate translation. The tradition is to put him somewhere in the nativity scene. I’ll spare you his bare backside or any puns on Anne Lamott renaming her fine book on writing. Sometimes you just get the perfect gift, you know? When Sarah and I spent Christmas Eve in Naples a few years ago, the nativity market was one of the highlights. There, the nativity scene often included this oversize baker lurking by the camels and wise men like he was waiting to pull a pizza out of the oven. What would you put in your nativity? Don’t you just love Christmas?