Nativity Scene, Austin-Style


We knew Austin was cool but here’s more proof – this story and the accompanying photo.


  1. Well, somebody needed to put a comment on Mary Cheney-Poe and a potentially technical virgin birth. Not quite the same process as the recent Komodo Dragon Virgin Birth, but in a world short on miracles we have to take what we get.

    The appropriation of the iconic manger birth myth by an ironic minded Austinite is a stroke of genius. Mortal enemies intimately intwined and at peace for the birth of a blessed child. Halleluja!!!

  2. And this had exactly what to do with gardening? Why all the politics with this gardening site. Grow up. Pot and global warming, lesbians, republicans bad. Get a life people. Where exactly is the gardening info?

  3. How weird to read about happenings in my hometown in GardenRant!

    Walking 37th Street to view that neighborhood’s Christmas-light displays has been a tradition for my family since we moved to Austin in 1994. It’s essential to get out of the car and walk, by the way, not drive down the street. The “cornerstone” house mentioned in the Chronicle article was always the most incredible: strings of lights tinted in custom colors covered the trees and the black-plastic-wrapped house like a Lite-Brite; stuffed into pill bottles and Tic-Tac bottles, strings of lights were draped through the back yard, up and down a children’s slide, and around a clothesline; an old sink in the back had blue lights “pouring” out of the cold faucet, red lights “pouring” out of the hot faucet.

    Lights crawled across telephone lines from one house to its neighbor, and every house was ablaze. In one yard, blue lights strung across a lawn represented Town Lake, with a line of plastic fish lights across it. In the back of a truck, lights lit up a tiny nativity scene labeled “The Baby Cheeses”: a baby Gouda, surrounded by other miniature cheeses, nestled in pride of place in a wooden manger. Another house had a timed volcano on its roof, which erupted with red “lava” lights pouring down the roof and smoke billowing out of the cone.

    Sly humor in the displays was the name of the game, beauty too, of course. Actual Christmas themes have always been rare or subverted, as with the Cheney display this year.

    We were planning to walk down 37th Street tonight, but a steady rain kept us away. I’d heard rumors that this year 37th Street was half-dead, but I hadn’t wanted to believe it. This article makes me sad that Austin is losing another part its charming, quirky self. Say it ain’t so, Rudolph!


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