One Family's Christmas Tradition Includes Poltergeist Jesus

Most families have some kind of family traditions.

In my house it was watching White Christmas while we decorated the tree. And then watching it again because we hadn’t really been paying attention while we decorated the tree. And then watching it a third time, while we un-decorated the tree, because taking it down was such a sad event.

Nowadays people do things like Elf on a Shelf or “how many inflatable ornaments can we fit on the lawn?” And then there are the slightly unique traditions.

Tumblr user grumpsaesthetics originally posted a thread about the game they have played for about ten years with their grandma.

Every year around Christmas me and my grandma play this fun family game called 'maybe you want to put Jesus in your room instead, sweetie? :)'. Now, it's important to note that the Jesus referred to in our game is not actually the real Jesus Christ, but intead a wooden figure I made in 2011 that has an uncanny resemblance to the Lord and Savior Himself. So what happens is that I place Jesus in our living room, and my grandma smiles and asks if I don't want to decorate my room with Him instead. I ask her in return if she thinks my Jesus figure is ugly (which he is), but she reassures me that this is not the case. However, a couple of days later, Jesus mysteriously disappears from our living room, and appears in my room instead.

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NGL, and I’m not calling my own grandma passive aggressive here, but this totally feels like something she might have done.

Grumpsaesthetics makes it clear that while she never copped to it, only grandma can be the culprit.

Now, the real Jesus Christ might have been able to perform a miracle like this, but please remember that the Jesus in our story is only a figure made out of wood. He cannot move on his own, so I think we can safely say that my grandma is the prime suspet here. The first year, I would often confront my grandma about this, but she woudl always make up an excuse and never straight up tell me she moved him because he's so ugly it's an embarrassment to the family. Eventually I grew tired of her lies, so now we only move Jesus around in silence. One second he's in the living room, the next he's back in my room. In a way, I think this adds an extra element of excitement to the holiday season, because you never know for sure when Jesus is going to be moved again.

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And then came the grand reveal.

Grumpaesthetics shared a photo of the great monstrosity, which I actually think is pretty cute, and I can totally see my mom leaving on the mantle based on the Girl Scout paper craft angels that she still sets out every year.