We can only imagine what Mary pondered, but with these visible reminders of the Christ’s birth, our imagination grows. The tinsel, the bathrobes, the doll are merely emblems to remind us of a glorious night when a manger held the Son of God.
In my husband’s family, my humble brother-in-law was actually willing to wear his wife’s temple dress when he pretended to be an angel. Since then, his wife has died, and is buried in that dress–which is no longer a symbol of heavenly messengers, but of who she was as a Latter-day Saint, and of how faith informed not only her life but her death. Everything she wore in her coffin she had also worn in the temple, when she imagined entering God’s presence.