That is my nativity set that was uncovered in our rubble by my 18-year old-son two days after our home burned to the ground. It was the only thing that remained and had a lot of sentimental value attached to it as it was a gift from my late mother.
It was stored on the second story in the attic and the roof fell on it yet many of the pieces are perfectly in tact without a scratch on them.
Thoughts on if it has a meaning behind it?
I'd say that's a big yes.