When I was all done cleaning up,
I plonked down with tea in a cup.
My girl sidled next to my chair,
And poured her heart out in despair,
“Will Ah Ma spend Christmas this year
With us? Her other children dear
only come and say hi to her.
But never once did they offer
to take her back just for a day,
and in their cozy homes to stay.”
I saw pain flooding her red eyes
Perhaps longing for her demise.
And guilt written on her visage
For not reflecting God’s image.
I cuddled her close to my heart
And lovingly these words impart,
“I know you may think it unfair
That we have this burden to bear.
But let’s think of the first Christmas
which really seemed incredulous;
Kings set their eyes on Bethlehem,
The place that housed the priciest gem.”
She looked at me in puzzlement.
Yet with eyes that were insistent
She asked, “What’s the moral of your
Story and who is it meant for?”
“For you of course my little girl.
Now you’ll see the moral unfurl.
These kings came bearing costly gifts
From various lands of craggy cliffs.
“Gold was placed before his manger
Whose kingship lies yon this harbour.
Hence, shall He rule the hearts of all —
The seeds of our first parents’ fall.
So child, fret not with this burden
For it’s there that Christ is hidden.
“Then frankincense for His priesthood
was placed next to the trough of wood.
He came to offer His whole self
To reconcile Man to Himself.
Seeing Ah Ma’s fragility
We see ah… God’s humility.
“Finally, myrrh cast its dark veil
over Christ with shades of the nail.
‘twas on the cross He breathed His last,
That’s our Lord who’s Love unsurpassed.
We should then die to our complaints
And serve selflessly like the saints.”
She then bowed her head in silence
In an act of deep reverence.
These heartfelt words came flowing out,
which was indeed a turnabout,
“Thank you Lord for these figurines
Whose gifts are better than Jack’s beans.
For now I see you in our midst,
A presence I’ve often dismissed”.
17 November 2008