When I was a baby, on my first Christmas, my family had a very simple nativity set. The world “creche” was one that I would be taught later! That creche sits on my desk in my home office this Christmas when I am fifty-seven. There is as much glue holding it together as plastic, the kind of plastic made in the early sixties that is brittle and sharp when it breaks. I know. This nativity set, like my life, has... Read more