Twenty-five years ago Kathleen wanted to express the true origins of Christmas in a traditional way. As she looked about for a suitable nativity scene, Stan noticed the price tags on some of the better stables Kathleen was eyeing. Not wishing to crassly throw cold water on this tender moment, Stan said he could make one to give her instead. She held him to it, and soon up from the workshop came this scrappy resting place for the Baby Jesus. After all these years, the angel still hovers on a 16-penny finish nail, and Mary and Joseph look on approvingly. It is no gift from the magi, but it has taken on a special meaning, and there is no Christmas at our house without it.