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Christmas season, harlequin author, love inspired author, nativity scene, western romance author
My husband and I were born on different continents, and we happen to have very different skin tones. We hate talk about race in our home–it’s the one place we should be free of it. So I won’t even define us that way here. I’m very light, he’s very dark. Period.
And we love each other heart and soul. He’s my guy–the one I truly believe was created for me. Or I was created for him… you know, however you want to start that circle. 😉 We’re husband and wife, dedicated to each other for the rest of our lives.
When our son was about three, he liked to point out who the figures were in the nativity scene, and whenever he looked at ours, he’d say, “That’s the mommy,” pointing at Mary, “and that’s the daddy,” pointing at the first wise man.
I couldn’t bring myself to correct him, because really, why not? Why couldn’t that be Joseph? Especially in our home? I mean, if Mary was allowed to be blonde…
So I traded the myrrh for the lantern, and ever after, this has been how our nativity scene looks.
Apparently, Joseph has a bit of a flare for fashion, Mary is blonde, and yes, Baby Jesus is leg-less. He lost his limbs due to too much loving by our little boy over the years. 😉
This is how the Johns family does Christmas. ❤
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The perfect family 🙂
I think so, too. ❤
I love your holy family.
Thanks! So do I. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy. ❤
Adorable!
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Love it! The detail in their outfits and faces is amazing. Never understood the ethnicity changes for Jesus, Mary and Joseph as super light skinned people with blonde hair. They were Israeli. We’re an interracial couple here too, but with me being adopted, we share the same heritage of German farmer ancestry. It’s one if the things we bonded over while dating.
I have some German farmer ancestry, too! Russian Mennonite. Cabbage rolls, and lots of potatoes. LOL! You fry it, we’ll eat it. 😉
Bahahaha! My dad would tell stories if barrels of sauerkraut in his grandmother’s basement. The best restaurant he said was the closest to his grandmother’s cooking is Andreas Keller in Leavenworth, WA. A small Bavarian themed village. Whenever I go to Leavenworth I eat there. My dad passed in 2007, so it’s a nice reminder of him and out heritage.
That sounds like a really sweet reminder of good times! My dad was German one in our family, too, and he’s the one who taught me how to make cabbage rolls. So much work, but so tasty! I’m sorry to hear of your dad’s passing. It sounds like he loved you well.