This is my Nativity.
It was made by my grandmother, Evelyn Heath, in 1987.
Each year, almost as long as I can remember, I would be the one to unwrap each piece and put it in place.
The beauty of it is that each year the Nativity is set up a little different.
For some reason it hardly feels like Christmas unless I’ve put my Nativity up. It helps me consider that first Christmas. It helps me remember Nana’s hands working and creating.
It helps me remember what Christmas should be full of. Love.
5 comments:
Love it!
Love it too!
My mom used to have a set just like this!
I know what you mean. My heart aches for the nativity my mom made me my first year of college. Maybe someday I will get it back. Of all the the Christmas decorations, it means the most to me and is the most important to the season.
Love it. awesomeness!
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