Pope Leo bobbleheads already make their debut
Two Pope Leo bobbleheads were unveiled Friday by the National Bobblehead Hall of Fame and Museum.
The limited-edition papal creations are on presale for $30 online and are slated to start shipping out in November.
One depicts Leo XIV, who real name is Robert Francis Prevost, when he was first introduced to the world as pope on the Vatican balcony at St. Peter's Square on Thursday — donning a red mozzetta and a stole over a white rochet and a pectoral cross, waving to the crowd.
One bobblehead depicts Leo XIV when he was first introduced to the world as the new pope.
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Leo XIV, whose real name is Robert Francis Prevost, is the first American-born pontiff.
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The other has the first American pope dressed in a white cassock, the traditional garment of the papacy, a pectoral cross and a white zucchetto.
'We are thrilled to continue the tradition of bobbleheads celebrating the newest Pope with the unveiling of these bobbleheads featuring Pope Leo XIV,' National Bobblehead Hall of Fame and Museum co-founder and CEO Phil Sklar said on the Milwaukee museum's website.
'Bobblehead are the perfect way to show off your admiration for a given person, and with the excitement surrounding the first Pope from North America, we know the Pope Leo XIV bobbleheads are going to be very popular!'
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