Here's a Christmas poem written a couple years ago after I overheard a woman in the grocery store ardently complaining to her husband that she didn't have enough cloves for her hot mulled wine (as if two bottles of cloves weren't enough!) I think Mary spoke to me personally that day, whispering into my subconscious, "Jeanne, you have to write this.... now!"
Merry Christmas!
Painting by Andrea Solari, ca. 1507
Eggnog or Grog?
What shall I drink? Egg nog or grog?
What did the Holy Family drink
on that holiest night of nights?
Did Mary lean over to Joseph
after giving birth to Jesus and say,
“Joseph, be a dear and pour me
another glass of Chardonnay?”
To which Joseph replied,
“Mary, Darling, all we have is
a little hot mulled wine left over
from the party last night.”
Or…did a father, proud
after such a long trip
offer his bride a sip
of water to give her joy
upon delivering this
beautiful, healthy Boy?
Did the baby cry
in a humble home
and look to his mother,
so beautiful and warm,
reach up, to touch
her swollen breast
and drink of the milk
from the Mother blessed?
Wonderful, Jeanne! You've really brought the two worlds together nicely. The final stanza is perfect! Thanks for sharing this again.
ReplyDeleteKat
I'm so glad you were instructed to write this poem .... a gift for all of us.
ReplyDeleteJoyeux Noël
Dear Jeanne: This is a fabulous poem! A classic!
ReplyDeleteKat, Thank you so much for your kind words! Happy Holidays!
ReplyDeleteHelen: Indeed, it was a spiritual moment. Merry Christmas and Happy 2012!
Ja: Thank you so very much! Cheers!