It was summer.
Emotions were as high as the humidity.
I escaped to the underground
to pack away Christmas.
(January was dark that year).
Into the box went 3 Magi,
One with his head dangling
- a super glue repair job too old –
Two donkeys…
I brushed away mouse droppings from the table
as I wrapped them in tissue paper
decades old.
That couldn’t be all, but
on the table all I saw
were Christmas mugs and
wooden Advent calendar puzzles.
There, under the bubble wrap,
were Mary and Joseph
posed in forever adoration
and holy awe.
I pulled it aside, and
There! The smiling babe...
Right between the pine scented candle
and the angel with the broken wing.
I wondered…does our experience of God
–the Christ –
belong under the bubble wrap,
Or is ok for it to be among rodent turds?
I pondered this as I wrapped them up-
to sleep in dark boxes
for half a year.
