back to grandma's house. her nativity was old. and chipped. and fragile. and she let me play with it whenever i wanted. i'm sure she accepted the fact that with 17 grandchildren and, at the time, over 30 great-grandchildren (i was the youngest of the grandchildren, but the great-grands were the ones my age) her things were just going to be played with. oh, i was ever so careful with them, but i was a child, so chips and dings happened. there was just something so special about her little cardboard stable and holy family.
a few years later, that nativity was given to me. and i cherish it.