#Nativity Scene Decorations

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Reflecting on Faith: The Importance of Saying Happy Birthday Jesus

"Happy Birthday Jesus" is a phrase that encapsulates the Christian perspective on Christmas, emphasizing the celebration of Jesus Christ's birth as the true meaning of the holiday. This concept reminds believers to focus on the religious significance of Christmas amidst the commercial and secular aspects of the season.

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The phrase is often used in various contexts within Christian communities. It appears on decorations, greeting cards, and church banners. Many families incorporate it into their holiday traditions, such as singing "Happy Birthday" to Jesus on Christmas morning or baking a birthday cake for Jesus as part of their Christmas dinner.

For children, the idea of Jesus' birthday can make the religious aspect of Christmas more relatable and exciting. Sunday schools and Christian education programs often use this concept to teach children about the nativity story and the importance of Jesus in their faith.

Some Christians use "Happy Birthday Jesus" as a gentle reminder or conversation starter about the religious meaning of Christmas when interacting with those who may focus more on Santa Claus or gift-giving. It serves as a simple yet powerful affirmation of their faith during a time when many feel the holiday has become overly commercialized.

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While the exact date of Jesus' birth is unknown and debated among scholars, the phrase "Happy Birthday Jesus" symbolizes the joy and reverence Christians feel in commemorating the birth of their savior, regardless of the precise historical date.

Cute Christmas season gifts are charming presents that capture the whimsical and heartwarming spirit of the holidays. These gifts often feature adorable designs, soft textures, and festive themes that appeal to both children and adults alike.

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Book lovers might appreciate a bestseller or a quirky desk calendar. For foodies, gourmet snacks, hot sauce sets, or cocktail-making kits are great options. Sports fans could enjoy team merchandise or game-day accessories.

Humorous gifts like funny t-shirts or desk toys can be crowd-pleasers. Don't forget practical items like high-quality socks or a stylish wallet. Ultimately, the best Secret Santa gift reflects thoughtfulness and consideration of the recipient's interests.

[aradiyatoys]

I’m already working on a really fun new Christmas 🎄🎅🏼 project! 😍 I hope you’re making some cute Christmas decorations too! 🥰 Have a wonderful Friday, dear friends! 🤗

Crochet patterns for these amigurumi Christmas toys are available here -> https://etsy.me/3rpRNMp 💛💙

[marjoree]

it happened one night

[everlastinghistory]

[smallerplaces]

It's the most wonderful time of the Playmobil Christkindlesmarkt

When Dad said "oh, we have to keep and use the Playmobil Christmas figures," he probably believed the box contained a Santa's house, a sleigh, and maybe a couple other things.

He was so, so wrong. Last year's diorama required three shelves in the dining room. This year, I found the 1980s medieval houses and decided to go for the gusto with an entire Christmas fair, which takes four shelves.

Santa's house is alone on the upper top shelf because he lives at the North Pole.

Digging through Playmobil boxes as I was sorting to sell or give away excess found me an extra rocker, so now both Clauses can sit by the fire. It also yielded a red desk, so the Clauses have somewhere to work on the naughty-nice list. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Mrs. Claus is stress-baking.

On the main level, at far left, is the ski and sledding slope and enchanted forest. Get up too much momentum on your sled, and you may end up stolen by the fae!

The elves clearly have the day off. Judging from how the guy in the green vest and red tuke is being treated by his elf, he's Tamlin.

New this year are non-white characters! Playmobil is a German brand, so they were slow-ish to expand characters into other skin tones, plus my parents' collection went back to the 1980s, so it reflects eras that were stingy with non-white rep. We had Native Americans in my original collection, but I sold that 20 years ago (if I hadn't, there'd probably be a buffalo menacing the reindeer).

During the big clean-out, I discovered Black adults and kids. I moved winter gear to every single one of them (except one, who you'll meet later), so that the Christmas Market is less out of line with modern Germany.

But what is Rufus, the Black parent in the white sweater and red cap, looking at so warily?

It's Russian Orthodox Santa! He's being pulled by a magical small horse, which the foxes in the background have chosen not to pursue.

Beyond St. Nicholas, something pagan appears to be afoot. I'm honestly not sure what, or even why the dead tree with the animals is kept with Christmas items.

The center section of shelves is one side of the town green, where a brass band of Santas is performing.

Santa has sprung for rent on a garage and workshop. Mrs. Claus is relieved to have this part of the home business out of the home. (That's his sports sleigh parked in the garage, while the big family sleigh is upstairs by the house. Santa had a bit of a midlife crisis a few years back.)

The Santa Band plays swing.

The right-hand Tudor house is a vet's office, convenient for when Santa's reindeer get a cough.

The final section of shelf is the rest of the town square and Christmas market.

Some of the vendors and shoppers are a little weird.

The porta-potty is the entire reason why the town square scene expanded this year. I found it in a box and had to use it.

The pizza restaurant equipment was also a must-use. Poor Santa has nobody to take his order! Meanwhile, small angels are panhandling outside.

The toy shop is delightful for those who don't want to wait for Santa.

Meanwhile, upstairs in the pizzeria's eating area, an indie band does sound check. (Or at least we hope it's sound check, since no one is upstairs to listen.)

[diobrando]

Looking like shit ✌😝

[angeloftheodd]

This is the most delicious nativity scene I’ve ever seen by far.🍫

Very impressive, @northforkchocolate!❤️

[upl8inthe818]

St. Joseph The Worker Church, 19855 Sherman Way, Winnetka, CA 91306 (December 23, 2023)

[coral-reef-in-command]

I've had a nativity scene tradition that I started with my family about 4 years ago, here's what this year's looks like so far

Every day or so, I add a new figurine to the scene lol

A list of the figures below the cut

Gojo Satoru

Inosuke sitting big hed thing idk lol

Inkling amibo

Spider-Man hanging from a street lamp

Pikachu

Bonnie's head

Spring trap (on his way to get his first kill)

A mermaid D&D minifigure

And last but not least:

Star platinum fist (from Jotaro part 6 nendoroid)

[blxphotos]

Brazil, Minas Gerais, Mariana.

Praça Gomes Freire.

Natal. Réveillon. 2023

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[aradiyatoys]

All my Nativity Minis 💫 sets quickly became some of my most favourite characters among all the Minis that I have! 😍 I never thought it would happen, but it did! 🥰 And now I’m considering new characters to be added to the already existing ones, but most likely, it will happen next year! 🤗

Crochet patterns for all three Nativity Minis 💫 sets are available here -> https://etsy.me/3rpRNMp 💛💙

[joannawajdenfeld]

Dwa pomysły jak zrobić Świąteczne szopki w słoiku​ - Pomysły Plastyczne DiY

[thrythlind]

Christmas E-bay

A friend of mine's mother died earlier this year and I'm helping him deal with some of the things she left behind. This includes putting some of her extensive holiday decorations on sale via ebay.

My friend has already asked his family if anybody wants to claim them and I've spoken to others in my family.

We're looking to sell these on ebay. It would definitely help my friend.

[seumyo]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI ✰ 10:32

You tell Bakugou once that you don’t know how to take the train home, and he almost blasted your ears off with semi-yelling (or full-on yelling at some point) insults. 

“Hah?” He scoffs, eyes narrowing. This information is new to him, and a surprising one at that. 

You? The nerd that always bested him when it came to academics, which pissed him off the first few months in U.A.? The person who was not only book smart but was street and people smart as well? 

The whole goddamn package doesn’t know how to take the train?

Really?

He’s calling bull.

“What do you mean you don’t know how to take the train home? What kind of idiot doesn’t know that?”

“I just—“ you’re abashed and really don’t know what to say, “I didn’t really— I’ve never had the chance to take one until now!” For a consistent honors student, you can’t really have everything, can you?

“How’ve you been getting to school and back, then?”

“We had a driver—“

“Fuckin’ course—“

“But hey! Listen—in my defense—my schools were usually a walking distance from our house.”

“And now what? Gonna stand here and wait for a miracle to happen?”

You nudge his side with a frustrated frown (more like a pout, Bakugou thinks.) “Quit it, asshole.”

He backtracks briefly, though you could barely tell at this point. And it’s clear enough that he takes your words into consideration. It could be the fact that you actually look scared shitless right now, something foreign to your typical lax and carefree persona.

“C’mon.” Bakugou grabs you by the arm.

“Ow— hey! Where are we going?”

“You have to learn somehow, or else you’ll look fuckin’ clueless and dumb, nerd.”

You don’t argue because you really just wanted to get home, and while you could just call in your driver, you considered that this was important information that would help you in the long run. Besides, you do agree with Bakugou that not knowing how to commute like this is embarrassing, especially at your age.

“What’s this?” 

Bakugou hands you a card. It’s decorated with a minimalist logo of Musutafu’s native flower, whose color is your favorite.

“An IC card,” he simply answers.

It’s cute, you thought. You noticed how the other commuters had the standard design, so Bakugou must've gotten it personalized to your preference. How thoughtful.

“You could’ve just helped me get a ticket, though,” you murmur. You fiddle with the card in your hand, glancing at him with a puzzled expression. “I don’t think I’ll be using this card that often. It’ll be a waste.”

“Then try and use it as often as you can, nerd.”

“I’ll pay you back for this—how much was it?”

“Forget it.”

“Really, Bak—“

“Forget it,” he barks. “Keep up, you shitty extra. Or else you’d miss the last train to your station.” Bakugou starts walking, and you follow suit.

You can load your IC card at the ticket machines or the nearest ATMs. Different stations call for different ticket gates that obviously have different fares. The expiration of cards usually depends on what provider you got them from—

“What do I do now?”

You’re hesitantly in front of the ticket gate, with Bakugou on the other side. You’re like a kid who’s lost their mother in the mall.

“Just—“ Bakugou had to take a deep breath and not make a scene in the train station. He pinched the bridge of his nose, calling for all his ancestors to give him the strength to remain patient.

“Place your shitty card on the card reader. That’s it.”

You do as you’re taught, and you awed when the gates opened and let yourself walk through with a stupidly big smile on your face. “I did it!”

Bakugou thinks it’s fucking stupid of him to think that your enthusiasm for mundane things was cute. But fuck, something must be wrong with him because suddenly he feels a flurry of butterflies lodged in his throat, his heart beating ridiculously fast. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” 

He gives you directions, how to navigate through Musutafu without getting lost, and the basic stations you’ll be passing by to get to your station. He sees you type most of the things he says on your phone, and the way you were so eager to learn was a sight to see, really.

Boarding the metro, people were just as eager to get home as you two. So you two stood, not that there was much room to do anything about it.

“Hold onto the handle unless you want to fall on your ass,” Bakugou says. His tone is hushed to not disturb the other passengers. At least he followed basic commuting etiquette. 

“It’s so beautiful,” you breathe out. The passing buildings were as huge as those of U.A.’s, if not bigger. With the golden hue of the apparent descent of the sun below the horizon, Musutafu just became more beautiful in your eyes.

He scoffs.

“What’s so interestin’ about a buncha tacky buildings? Never seen one before you came here?”

“Of course I have; they’re just not like this.”

Bakugou follows your line of sight, and he thinks about it carefully. He couldn’t see what you saw, but maybe it’s because he grew up looking at this scenery. It doesn’t amaze him as much as it did when he was younger, he concludes. To you, this was a first. 

An experience that could become a core memory in this city. And he’s with you as you live through it. The thought causes a familiar feeling of pride to exude from his chest.

Maybe he’ll learn to appreciate more mundane things with you too in the future.

The train stops at another station, and the people scurry out. Once in motion, you were surprised by the speed when it took off, and the motion had you stumbling back. You stumble against Bakugou.

“What did I say about keeping a firm hold on the handles, you shitty extra? That’s what those are for.” Whether it’s by instinct or unintentional, Bakugou guides your hand to hold onto the support pole. He doesn’t let go, and you didn’t make a comment about it.

“Sorry! Still getting used to it,” you quietly laugh. “I hope the people here don’t think I’m really that inexperienced when it comes to taking the metro home,” you told him. “It’s embarrassing to think that I haven’t taken one until now.”

Bakugou thinks it’s alright because you were actually on set to learn. No matter what those other extras say or comment, no matter if they give you unimpressed glances, he’s there to grant them one of his own spine-chilling glares if they had the balls to do so. 

A passenger who appeared to be around your age stood up from his seat. “Excuse me, you can take my seat. I get off at the next stop,” he says. You’re a bit hesitant to take the offer, but he reassures you that it’s fine. It’ll be an awkward death for you if you don’t accept it, because now he’s standing. “Please, I insist.”

Unknown to you, Bakugou had an obvious scowl on his face until the stranger left.

“You look like you’re about to shit yourself.”

“Shut up, I’m not.”

“Jealous?”

“Hah? Why would I be—”

“Shh!” you kicked his shoe with yours.

“Quiet, remember?”

Bakugou rolls his eyes, still frowning. You hold his free hand, cheekily smiling when he tries to free it from your hold. And in the end, he lets you do whatever the fuck it is that you want, but he would never ever admit that he was jealous of some nameless extra. He’s too far into liking you to help you board a train, get you a personalized IC card, miss his stop two stations ago because yours was still three stations after his, but he doesn’t think he’d be vocal about it anytime soon.

He’ll leave it to you to confess.

Then again, you already knew.

Bakugou Katsuki would not go above and beyond like this for anyone else, but he unknowingly does for you.

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