Decorating for Christmas is serious stuff around here, and generally a task that requires much in the way of planning and aesthetic talent to pull off just right. The props to this little extravaganza vary from house to house and taste to taste, but the basics are always there.
There is always a tree of course, usually positioned in front of the living room window. At least one tree in the front yard will be adorned with lights. Battery-powered candles may or may not be lit in the windows, but a wreath will always be on the front door.
And there is always the Nativity scene.
At least it’s that way at my house.
The Nativity is the centerpiece of Christmas for us, represented in physical form by forty dollars worth of plastic bought at Walmart. We have lights and candles and a wreath, we have a tree in the living room window, but it’s still not Christmas without a 60 watt bulb making Baby Jesus shine.
You can imagine the alarm, then, the sheer panic, that resulted when our Baby Jesus went missing last week.
To hear the story, jump on over to katdish’s blog. And if you happen to have your own Nativity and live in a place that is rather windy, take my advice–make sure you don’t let it all blow away…