T’was the week after Christmas, and all through the house
there was plenty of food for the opportune mouse!
There was cold Christmas pud which no-one could eat,
and the fridge was still groaning with left-over meat.
Scraps of wrapping were strewn all over the floor,
and remote controlled cars crashed into the door.
The grown-ups were having a lie-in in bed,
and plans for their lego filled the little kids’ heads.
The Christmas tree drooped as it started to die,
and the pile of recycling was 2 metres high!
The children were hyper with too many sweets,
and instead of cards, Christmas greetings were Tweets!
The church was now empty – no people or song
and abandoned Christingles were starting to pong.
The Nativity scene figures looked all forlorn –
Did anyone care that the Saviour was born?
The Boxing-day sales were swelling the mall,
and no-one remembered the Christ-child at all.
Why did we celebrate his birth at this time?
and forget him next day as the cash registers chime?
Jesus was born for the sake of us all,
for the man sleeping rough, for the crowd in the mall,
for the over-fed, under-fed, all in-between,
for the poor and the rich, the generous and mean.
We must remember him every day
and give thanks to God that he saved us this way –
not with a Santa and reindeer-drawn sleigh,
but a vulnerable baby, asleep in the hay.
Rev. Felicity O’Brien Boxing Day 2013