My mom’s prized nativity set is pure white and opalescent. My dad had it fired for her many years ago when they didn’t have a lot of money. My mom erects a special table to display it during Advent; she lays a piece of foam over the table and covers that with a piece of red felt that hangs to the ground. As a kid, I thought it was strange that the figures weren’t painted to be more colorful or life-like. My standard was the Fontanini nativity set that so many of our neighbors had. (I own one of these now, too.) Now I appreciate that my mom’s nativity set is unique. I also like the way it reflects the light from its pearly surfaces. After all, that’s what the scene on Christmas morning was intended to do: Reflect the light of God’s love.
—Rebecca Glancy
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