Poor Christmas.
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This image of the Bambino was my creche when I lived in Boston. I had a little room on Beacon Hill, a block down from the State House. The image lay upon a little table that I used for lectio and chanting the office. On Christmas eve I lit a candle and laid a sprig of pine along side him. If you look closely, you can see where the wax dripped onto the image. I later added the vestment trim to embellish the image. I keep it in a little silver frame now.
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