We used to set up a Nativity scene full of figures, with its little shepherds looking after the sheep, and even a Roman soldier or two, where there was always a river and mountains in the background.

I always placed the Three Wise Men in the furthest corner and, every day, I would move them a little closer to the stable.

I suppose it was just an excuse to be able to play and move all the little figures in the process, but I still remember how as a child I could spend hours in front of that scene, frozen in time, of a city that only existed in a corner of my living room, made of aluminum foil and moss.