The Last Character of Christmas
My grandmother loved to make pottery. And with 8 children and 23 grandchildren she was busy making things all year long so that she could give each person a gift that she had made. Sometimes it was an ornament other times it was a place card holder or a clay package filled with sweet treats. As each of her grandchildren married she would make them a nativity set. First with Mary, Joseph and the baby Jesus, the second year the shepherds would be added and finally the wise men would complete the set. This has been a prized possession of mine through the years, so when it was damaged in one of the moves that we made, I was disappointed and did my best to put the pieces back together and hide the flaws. Mary’s nose was chipped, the shepherd’s leg was gashed, and the wise man’s base was shattered. Every piece of the crèche was broken in some way—every piece except for one, baby Jesus was perfect. It’s that way with all of humanity; we are all imperfect...everyone except...