The home is decorated with installments from my different Nativity collections. Pictured below are the various sets (missing is the wooden one I have at the office).
The crèche and Holy Family arrived first. A few months later a wise man and camel arrived. A few months after that, another wise man and a donkey. Then another angel. And so it went, month after month. The Gospel records that a whole choir of angels sang to the shepherds in the field, so I had to tell the manufacturer to cease with the shipments. When I received the first shipment, all-thumbs here promptly dropped the Holy Infant on the tile by the fireplace, and just like that the babe's head popped right off. I saved it with some Elmer's, but Kelly at the office remarked, "That's got to be worth seven years of bad luck or something."
A gift from Diana, my youngest sister who escaped Florida to live in Brooklyn. The whole set folds up into the little tin box that the angel is standing on.
I have this one on the bookshelf year-round.
This one is a Christmas tree ornament. The left bookend to the Traditional Nativity below.
A gift from my folks. The right bookend to my Traditional Nativity.
The bread and butter Nativity. Sits on the china cabinet opposite me at the table, so that I see it when I dine.