Years ago, Norm made a manger scene for us. Through the years, I have added things that invoke memories of God's care. Bob, Norma's husband, gave us the deer that lies beside the manger watching. A wrecked matchbox VW Bug sits looking at the baby. Ask Lagaytha and Norma why. Joy, our granddaughter, made a little clay heart that leans against the manger. Lagaytha, our firstborn, made two bell ornaments that add a spirit of celebration. Ted, our chosen son, gave us a clay candle from the Holy Land; a light to join the candle that Norma gave us. Since our 50th anniversary, I have added a two-inch red Radio Flyer wagon filled with Texas bluebonnets, reminding us of our Texas roots and marriage ceremony. This year, I added another little lamb; he had a broken leg. Norm made one to take his place because one does not give a manger that is broken as a gift. "Glue it with strong glue," I said, as he handed it to me to throw away. He smiled. Later, he put the little lamb in my hand and I put it beside the first lamb. I love the little lamb because he represents the brokenness of us all.
