1 Day Until Christmas…
There are no more cookies. There are no more candies. There are no recipes today at all. Today, I am simply going to show you a wonderful gift that was given to me by my family. My dear aunties, mom, and grandma all knitted me (and all my siblings and cousins) a Nativity. My grandpa built the creche. 
When the boys were little, they got to play with this nativity. I used it to tell the story of Christ’s birth in Bethlehem. I got to the part where “…and in the manger Mary had a baby.” and was interrupted by my oldest correcting me, “No, mom. Mary had a little lamb.”
Around the time the boys started to get bored by the Nativity, the girl was born. Her second Christmas, she stared wide-eyed as I got it out. She looked at it, got a naughty smile on her face and went toward it. “It’s ok, baby girl, you can play with that.” I said. She lost the smirk and went to find something else to do.
Every year when I get out this Nativity, I smile. There are four generations of love wrapped up in it.