Posts Tagged ‘nativity’

It starts the day after Thanksgiving.

No, it isn’t Black Friday.

It’s Christmas Decorating Time. And I think I may have a problem.

No, the problem isn’t my incredibly small storage space. (This is what it looks like when all the Christmas boxes have been pulled out. Before the boxes are pulled out, you can’t see into it.)

And that is the problem. I have TOO MUCH CHRISTMAS STUFF for this house!

Pretty much every square inch of available space is taken over by Christmas. And while I am deeply spiritual about Christmas, a lot of my stuff is about Santa Claus.

I picked up this set of Lennox figurines depicting Saint Nicholas/Santa Claus for very little money at a charity auction one year. I absolutely love it.













Each figurine is beautiful, but I really like the one of Santa and the little girl.


I even have retro Santa in plastic “stained glass” – I found these at a yard sale for a quarter. You can imagine my husband rolling his eyes.

Santa is everywhere in my little Christmas Village.

Santa even makes it to my front yard – with a couple of his reindeer and a sleigh full of toys.

Then there are Boy Scout tins. My son grew up and quit Scouts, but I can’t bring myself to discard the tins that popcorn came in.

(Okay – I store lights and ornaments in the tins)

The snowman has nothing to do with Scouts, but he fit in the corner with the tins.

I like Nativity sets, too. Even tacky ones, like this Eskimo Holy Family. I assume the eagle, the moose and the husky are the Magi and the baby seal is the equivalent of a lamb?

How about an African theme? No Mary or Joseph here, just a miraculous Baby Jesus/Mowgli in a land where lions lay down with zebras, giraffes and elephants.

Another African Nativity, but one that is not so tacky as it is simply stated.

You can’t see it in the photo, but the Babe has no hands.

It was a Nativity that my Grandmother Melrose hand-painted. When I inherited it, Jesus had been broken. I should just toss it, but it has my grandmother’s name etched under each piece.

A friend gifted the two Magi to me last year. I think they sort of round out the whole scene.

I do have a big Nativity scene, but it isn’t up yet. It takes up a lot of room and these days it is relegated to the loft, safe from dogs’ wagging tails.

I will set it up next weekend when we get the tree and put it up.

I really do not have room for everything. I couldn’t photograph it ALL because it is strung out through out the house.

I think I need help. I think maybe I have too much Christmas stuff.

Is that even possible? To have too much Christmas stuff?

(Don’t answer that.)

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We went to church today (and the building did not cave in nor did lightning strike). Actually, we went to two churches today, but I will post about the second church tomorrow. That was our old church.

Today, we went to Sam & Arwen’s church, Hope Community Church in Lake Oswego. Today was Christmas Pageant Day and Javan, our middle grandson, had the starring role.

Such as it was.

First, there was a choir production by the Adult Sunday School class (all six members). Then the Youth Ministry performed an original Rap-style Christmas song (our son-in-law played the drums and helped compose). (Standing ovation from part of the congregation). The other part was not sure what the lyrics were. (No, really: it was a beautiful song. The performers were a little nervous. Except Sam. He loves it.)

Last, the children performed.

The children should have performed first because they were getting really tired of the whole Christmas Pageant thing and they’d just performed this same thing at the tail-end of the early service. But that’s wisdom in hindsight.

Zephan was a sheep. They had these cute little knit hats with grey ears and little black eyes & noses. But the real costume was the T-Shirt with the obvious wording printed on them: SHEEP. They all had little bells and Zephan posed for me with the bell, but he was not having anything to do with the bell after that. We actually gave the bell to Javan.

I had a front row seat to the action until the kids went up to perform. then all these proud parents ran forward with their digital cameras and blocked me. That’s OK, because Zephan was not really up front for most of the program. He played with the microphone through the first song.

By the end of the first song, he was beginning to wander. In moments, he was behind the angels and into the drum set.  Another sheep wandered off behind the Christmas tree.

One little sheep stayed right where he was planted.

Oh! Did you notice the baby in the manger there? The one staring at the Virgin Mary while the poor Joseph looks down in awe? That baby flinging his arms about?

See the calm look of that Baby Jesus now?

That is moments before he decided to arch his back and attempt to fling himself out of the “manger” much to the Virgin Mary’s horror.

His real mom had to step up onto the stage and abduct him before he did something really embarrassing, like act like a baby.

Way to go, Javan.

Yeah. My grandsons. The wandering sheep and the protesting Baby Jesus.

It was hysterical.

I don’t know about you, but I think you have to appreciate the mixed-race parentage of Baby Jesus here. Virgin Mary had her eyes closed in silent worship. Joseph looks shell-shocked. Baby Jesus has Zephan the Sheep’s bell in his hand. And he’s looking up at “His” mother in stunned awe.

“Hey. Mom. I’m about to flip out of this car seat made up to look like a manger, OK? So don’t look. Good moms DO NOT LOOK. You’re a good mom. Love you. Jesus.”

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