Last Christmas, we didn’t have a tree. I had one decoration with me: my olive wood nativity. We had a very newborn baby and we were going out of town for the holiday itself. But I had told my friend Michelle about my nativity collection and she brought me a little “Australian” nativity to join it.

There’s nothing distinctly Australian about this little ornament-sized nativity, but it reminds me of my friend and our time there. I put it in Paul’s room since he is my favorite Australian souvenir.

(I forgot to post this yesterday, so you got a day off. Two more to go!)

I spent a summer in Bolivia, where I got to help people. That was the general idea, but in retrospect, I think I got a lot of play time in there with the other LDS YSAs that went down. I wanted to practice my Spanish; most of the YSAs in the area wanted to practice their English. I was a redheaded gringa, anyway, so people assumed I didn’t know Spanish. Nevertheless, it was a memorable summer. I learned somethings about the culture, and I saw what it looked like to live in poverty.

In this nativity set, the characters are playing native Bolivian instruments and wearing traditional Bolivian clothing, reminiscent of the high country around La Paz. I wish it were larger: I’ve lost a piece, I think, and they break very easily. Nevertheless, I like the reminder of my time in Bolivia. I have it in my bedroom.

My mother-in-law sent us a nativity for our first Christmas. The figures are large and attention getting, and all of them remind me of angels singing “Joy to the World.” When I unpack it at Christmas-time, I am reminded of my mother-in-law and the joy of family gatherings at this time of year.

This year, I put it on top of my China case. It’s a bit of an odd space for it, but I think this majestic set does well at capturing our attention from above.

A few years ago, my grandmother B. sent me, and I think each grandchild (!), a beautiful, porcelain nativity set for Christmas. I am reminded of my grandmother and grandfather each year I take it out. It is gentle and beautiful, as is my grandmother. And it is majestic in grandeur, as I like to recall my grandfather.

This is one of those nativity sets that I imagine will break some day, thanks to some little child. Nonetheless, I do my best to keep it safe by keeping it underneath the Christmas tree, the traditional place for keeping presents. Since this was a present to me, under the tree seems an appropriate place for it still. But also, the tree skirt reminds me of a soft blanket for a babe in a manger, a place of rest and quiet. And the tree branches protect it, much as a real tree would protect small animals from the elements.

And so, the spot under the tree seems a fit resting place for this yearly reminder of my dear grandparents.

Nativity from Grandma