It Is A Miracle

The day was like any other day in lockdown, or in my case, like any other day. 

Until I opened the fridge. 

I saw what looked like perhaps a sticker you’d find on a piece of fruit at the store, say a Chiquita banana sticker, or some such faldaral.

But it wasn’t a sticker. Somehow, someway, a sign hath been delivered unto my humble refrigerator. 

Yes, it is a picture of a Weeping Baby Jesus Pear. 

See the leaf that is akin to a tear.

All those that line up to see it, please, please social distance and wear masks. 

I won’t ask for money, not to see a blessed miracle. No, I won’t ask for it but I wouldn’t necessarily want to insult the Weeping Baby Jesus Pear. If I were you. 

Frankly, I’m surprised a priest hasn’t shown up. No idea what this all means.

But one thing is for certain, I can’t clean this fridge. I don’t think so, anyway. Hmmmm.

WWWBJPD?