I had a hard time selecting an image from all the vintage Christmas ones I've saved over the years. They're all lovely but my heart, my very being, is drawn to the Nativity scene. All the shopping, cooking, preparation aside, this is truly what this season is about. I abhor the commercialism. Give me some beautiful Christmas music, lights (I do love lights!), and Christmas mass and I'm content. My family doesn't always understand my aversion to Christmas the way the world celebrates. But I have to be true to my upbringing and myself. I don't remember too many gifts as a child but my parents had a wonderful large Nativity that went up. The building must have been 2' by 3' and the figures 12" to 15" tall. It was magical. This reason for the season was ingrained in me at a very tender age. This tiny Child in such a pathetic setting came to bring peace in the hearts of men, not crowds in the mall. He came to save us, not a sale at Macy's. He came in a humble way to remind us where our hearts should be centered. If we but calm ourselves and listen, we will hear Him whispering our name. It is my fondest wish for all of you out there to celebrate with peace and calm, love and joy, and the blessings only this season can bring.