"O come O come Immanuel!"My earliest memories of Christmas mornings were not of gifts or stockings, but running down the stairs to see if Baby Jesus was born yet. My mom would wait until Christmas morning to put the wooden baby in this nativity, and when I was little and didn't the know the days of the month, this was how I knew it was Christmas morning! It was so exciting...and still is!
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