Browsing: The Nativity & Family

I still remember the first time I walked down those slippery, worn-out limestone steps into the Grotto of the Nativity.…

I was six years old, and my dad’s bathrobe smelled faintly of mothballs. That’s what I remember most. I was…

I was seven years old, standing on a plywood stage in a bathrobe that smelled like my dad’s closet. I…

I can still smell the stale coffee and pine needles from a Christmas Eve twenty years ago. I was sitting…

I still remember the smell of the old carpet in my childhood Sunday School classroom. It was that distinct mix…

I still remember the scratchy wool of my Sunday best and the smell of old hymnals. I was maybe eight…

I still remember the specific smell of the church basement where we held the annual Christmas pageant—a mix of floor…