The Spirit of Christmas

I really love Christmas. And I love giving gifts. It's so exciting for me that I get to give my boys gifts. And for the most part they don't even expect anything which makes it that much more fun. But sometimes it is so overwhelming to receive gifts. In a good way. Sometimes I wonder how people can be so kind and generous. 

The relief Society president in our ward is an older women who has spent many years traveling. One of those destinations was Armenia. When she found out that I had served a mission there she got so excited and shared with me that she had purchased a nativity while she was there. I don't even remember how I responded to this. But I'm sure I showed some intrigue. I may have shared that I was looking for a nativity when I left my mission but didn't end up getting one. I really can't remember. 

On Sunday, Max came home from his early morning meeting with a package. I opened the package to find this beautiful Armenian nativity. I had no idea that she would give this to me. I really had looked for a nativity at the end of my mission but became pretty discouraged when I realized I couldn't' afford one. That was also on the top of my list of things to get when I return to visit someday. I was completely overwhelmed and shocked with her generosity. 

We also don't really have a nativity set and I had been hoping to add one to our Christmas collection sometime soon. I loved playing with and setting up the nativity when I was little and I hoped that my boys could have a similar experience as they remember the Savior during Christmas. (and hopefully all year long)   

 

Can you read the Armenian on the camel?

Now we have a little piece of Christ and little piece of Armenia in our home, two of the most dear things to me.