Relay: A Christmas Message
’Twas a week before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring not even the dog. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a vision of Jesus sketched into my morning peanut butter toast.
He wore not a red suit but a ragged white robe, and wore not a silly hat but a crown full of thorns. His belly was slim, not jiggling with jelly, and He didn’t look jolly but solemn and troubled.
He left me a message each day for a week and said he’s dismayed at the havoc we’ve wreaked.
I dared not eat eggs for the mess He might make, but He said it’s a mess that we’ve made on our own. He said we were fighting in wars that should end, and that the Kardashians should be set out to sea in a storm. He’ll greet them with glee and rid them of vanity and teach humility. Celebrity nonsense is one He not likes and He said we’re all one and must share all alike.
The rich are too rich and the poor are too poor, so it’s time we all group as one like before. If good deeds are performed, then happiness follows. It’s in our best interest to all get along.
Warriors, He said, should lay down their weapons to find peace without sorrow at least for a day. The wars being fought are all wrong, He did say, for no matter what He’s called, He is one for us all.
The scripture He wrote each day was fine; you could tell He had plenty of stuff on His mind. And what did He write on my toast you may ask, oh plenty of stuff; He took us to task.
Our fingers were not made to tap on a screen, but for tilling the soil to nurture ourselves. He never looked down, his eyes glued on mine, and channeled a message that He wanted to spread. Our clothing is silly and costs far too much, a waste of good money that will soon turn to dust. Our smiles to each other, not perfect and pure, but a gesture that should not be ignored.
The greed all around us should end right away, or a flood just like Noah’s will soon fill the land. The earth it is warming and not just a hoax, for what He created is not going as planned. Soon He’ll determine what happens next, but another chance He’ll give us to fix what is wrong.
At Christmas it’s time to reach out to each other and share all good things, no matter how precious. And finally He wrote on my toast yesterday, “Happy Christmas to all and to all a good day.”
Janis Hewitt is a senior writer for The Star.