The twelve days of Christmas are over and we have reached the Epiphany, commemorating the story of the wise men from the East, who followed the star to Bethlehem and presented gifts to the infant Jesus.
During the days I've had the Nativity scene on my hutch, the figures for the wise men, affectionately called the 'Wise Guys' by me, have waited on the side. Today they were able to take their place, front and center. This weekend the holiday decorations will be packed up and returned to the attic for another year, the tree will go into the green recycling bin, and each of the figures for the Nativity set will get wrapped up and stored together with the stable until next year.
I feel blessed that no one else in the family wanted this set. I remember it on my Mom's mantle in the living room and even though I didn't make it back to Virginia for Christmas very many times, having it here makes me feel closer to my family; those still living and those who have gone on to the next life. I don't know how old this set is, but I think it is at least 25 years old...maybe older.
I really do plan on getting back to posting recipes soon. So many of the things I've been cooking and baking lately are old favorites that have been posted before...so you get old wise guys instead.
Oh, I love those little creches - I have one that I got when I was nine for knowing memory verses at church, and I still cherish it - olive wood all the way from Jerusalem! Maybe. It's a good story, even if it's not. ☺
ReplyDeleteOh, the olivewood sounds beautiful no matter where it came from. Coulda come from Jerusalem or at least the Holy Land.
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