Day 56: It pains me to admit it, but I am guilty of counting my chickens before they were hatched. I was so convinced that something specifically bloggable was going to happen yesterday that I neglected to make my daily post. I'm backdating this one for consistency's sake, and I do hope the Post Office follows through with its portion today.
You might think it's unusual that I, non-Christian and firm unbeliever, would erect a nativity scene. However, like the Bubble Tree, the practice is a holdover from my childhood, and in a way, it honours my father, who was a faithful Catholic. That said, the nativity scene of my childhood disappeared at some point after I left home at age 12 and, unlike the Bubble Tree, was never seen again. It was my husband's choice to gather the figures for a new one when the Fontanini line was introduced. I insisted on sheep, and I wanted Gloria (my favourite when I was a kid), but we couldn't find a satisfactory manger. I built this one, a from-memory clone of the one from my youth. It's been refurbished a few times to add new moss and wood shavings. I wish I could find a few more fat-tailed sheep to add to the herd!
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