If you are a long time reader, you know every year I repost the blog entry below. In fact, this family secret is so funny, when watching a video about Jesus’ birth at Kid Zone Sunday, I looked to Nana and mouthed, “Joseph has two arms?” She didn’t laugh. (Personally, I thought it was hilarious.) But, for the first time in dozens of years… we do not have a Joseph casualty this year. None of the Josephs or nativities are damaged (yet… Christmas is still 8 days away.) No one needed emergency surgery with super glue and ingenuity. So, for the first time, Nana and I don’t need a cover story for the family secret. Maybe the curse is lifted?
Now that Christmas is here, I can share the family curse. The Curse of Joseph. Coming from a Christian family, we have always celebrated Jesus’ birth with a nativity scene. Before I left home, the last nativity my parents had was a huge ceramic set that someone painted. That is when the Curse of Joseph began. (Cue eerie music.)
Somewhere along the line, whomever painted the nativity scene we had, Joseph’s nose got smashed prior to firing in the kiln. So, it stayed smashed. Seriously, it looked like Joseph got walloped in the face with a shepherd’s hook. I come from a family with an odd sense of humor. Joseph’s smashed nose started all kinds of inside jokes… Mary caught him sneaking out with the boys, so she hit him in the nose…. jokes like that (I know, I know… that’s just how my family rolls.)
It seemed no matter how well we packed up poor Joseph, every year he looked even more worse for wear…. until his hand fell off and my mom (Nana) said enough already. I can’t even REPEAT the stories that we laughed about that year. Especially when Mom put up the nativity WITHOUT Joseph.
Fast forward a few years and I began a collection of nativities of my own. I currently have 20 of them. I kid you not… 10 of them have something wrong with Joseph. It’s a curse, I tell ya. None of the other figures are broke or cracked or missing… just Joseph. Each year, no matter how protected they are when they get packed away, something happens to at least one Joseph figurine.
One of my Joseph’s is missing a hand (carpentry accident, of course). Another, is missing an ear. One has his stick broken off from a wayward ball being thrown in the living room. One has a missing foot.
When I collect nativities, besides the traditional ones, I try to find unique ones – especially from other cultures. This year, I purchased a couple of new nativities (okay, I have a total of 5 new ones this year, but who is counting…) from Yonder Star. They specialize in unique nativities from other cultures. One of the ones I picked this year for my collection was an Arctic Nativity Scene that featured a seal, penguin and an Igloo stable.
I received the nativity and opened it up.
Checked for damage.
Repacked it tightly.
Took it upstairs and placed it in the Rubbermaid container I keep my nativities in…
Imagine my surprise when I opened it up to decorate for Christmas and found Joseph’s head had fallen off.
Okay, so maybe I wasn’t THAT surprised.
It’s a curse, I tell ya.
My Joseph-Curse is to the point its hilarious. At Christmas, we laugh about the “stories” of Joseph and I am always asked which Joseph was damaged this year. Then, Nana and I immediately work on a new “story” for the broken Joseph. Not sure what the story will be for the headless Joseph this year…
I am thankful God allowed Mary to give birth Jesus to save us from our sins.
I am also thankful for Super Glue.
But, perhaps I should start collecting snowmen.
Julia wants to live in a world where Hogwarts is real, dark chocolate is packaged with good books, and houses clean themselves. Until then, she is the divorced mom of twins, blogger, sometimes crafter, traveler, napper, cooker, snail mailer, geocacher, and corporate bean counter.