Soft And White Pure And Bright

My hubby's Grandmother Clara

had a beautiful white and gold

porcelain Nativity that someone

handpainted for her.

Sadly, during the months

before her death it

"disappeared".

She had always told me that

it would be mine someday

because I loved it so.

When she passed

it was nowhere to be found.

Fast forward

15 years.

I was in Sam's Club,

of all places,

and spotted one that was

"almost identical"

to it.

I hesitated in buying it

and walked away.

When I went back they were

all gone.

Regret overwhelmed me.

As I was leaving I saw one

behind the counter

(you know the one where you

go to sign in if you forgot 

your card).

I walked to the counter.

Ummmm....Ma'am?

Is that Nativity taken?

No-It was returned.

Ummmm...Can I buy it?

Certainly!

Ah.....I knew then I was

supposed to have it.

Here it is-

It sits inside my front hall door.

On top of a case that is filled 

with family photos.

These were taken at night.

The only light is that coming

from the white lights 

under the "snow".

I love this-I was born and 

raised on a farm...we had 

cows but never any with gold horns.

The 3 wise men pay homage.

As does the shepherd here.

This sits below a picture

that my father had when he set

up housekeeping.

It is an old lithograph dated 1897.

My son did some research

and found that hardly 

any of them survived.  

It is in its original frame.

It was actually the only thing

I wanted that belonged to my dad.

It's quiet here now.

SweetCheeks has gone home.

It is pre-dawn and I am

cozied up with my coffee.....

with my lights turned on

in the pre-dawn darkness.

And...you WILL notice that there are

NO DUCKS

in my Nativity....

The duck stays here!

Have a ducky day!

Tomorrow if you are good

(and promise not to  stick

your half-eaten candy bar

under the sofa when your

hubby walks into the room)

I will give you my latest

 laugh.