Growing up, Christmas was huge in my family. My parents loved decorating for the holiday, especially my mom.
Her big production would be setting up the Presépio aka Manger … Not just a manger, but the entire village surrounding it.
Branches were brought in to fill in for trees, moss would be brought in for grass in the pasture for the sheep. Then my dad would grow
wheat grass to have the greens surround the village, it was quite the setup! I can say I’ve always had quit the imagination, but this took the cake… I would be mesmerized with it and would imagine all kinds of stories.
When my parents passed, I was the very lucky one who received my mom’s Presépio. I make sure that each year it’s on display for my family.
My parents would love knowing that the tradition continues and I know my daughters will continue one day when I’m gone…
Here’s some pictures of the Presépio