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Festival of The Nativities

Yesterday afternoon we took Ashley and Alli over to Belluvue Festival of The Nativities and saw something so beautiful it touched our hearts. There were over 500 nativity scenes, representing over 44 countries, set up in the Stake Center behind the Temple. It was interesting to see the unique cultural differences in each nativity.

It was incredibly touching. I took some pictures... I hope you're touched by them as well. Here are my two youngest and most beautiful daughters. Ashley Rose and Allison Marie. Oh how I love these girls. Alli was the one who really wanted to see all of the nativities. She LOVES Christmas so very much.


And here are the nativities...







































My apologies for the poor quality of the photos. There were over a hundred lighted Christmas trees...lights everywhere. One room was called The Christ Room. Paintings, drawings, statues and other unique items outlining the life of Christ were set in that room. I teared up as I walked through the line and came to the suffering in Gethsemane and His death on the cross. He died for me. He died for you. He suffered for all and I am eternally grateful for His love and His mercy.

May your family celebrate the gift of the Christ child, now and through all the year.

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  1. One of my favorite holiday traditions! Elaina sang in a children's chorus that performed at a Festival of the Nativity in Tacoma this past weekend, and the set-up sounds quite similar to yours. I LOVE it, and I double dog dare anyone to visit such an event and then try to tell me that Mormons don't believe in Christ! :)

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  2. Thanks for the lovely post. It is a blessed time of year.

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  3. It's fun to see that they do this in other states! We have one at a local tabernacle that they do the weekend of Thanksgiving every year. It's sooo amazing the many different nativities. I love it. Have a good one!

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