An Argyll Nativity

I don't recall where we got these figures which form part of a small nativity set. But after the all day storm yesterday , which culminated in torrential rain last night , a line about "winter wild" kept going through my head which I had to find and when I found it the picture dictated itself.

So here is a very domestic Argyll nativity , on a blustery, showery Christmas morning, which can however also stand for the universal message of this day as expressed almost four hundred years ago by Milton in his first great poem from which this comes:

"It was the winter wild
While the heaven-born Child
All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies;
Nature in awe to Him
Had doff'd her gaudy trim,
With her great Master so to sympathize:
It was no season then for her
To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour."

A happy Christmas to all fellow blippers, wherever they are and whatever the weather.