Seasonal And Holidays Past Journal

The Perfect Gift

You could see it in the
eyes of that beautiful child,
her certain smile as she bent
to help 'grandma' with her
Christmas wrap.
Not unlike the babe of Mary,
in the arms of one so meek and
mild,
she sprang to life to watch
out for wise men in moments of
Hap.

There was such joy in her tiny
body at play,
she was deeply concerned that
'grandma' would soon be well
and able to walk.
The manger was put in place on the
mantle where the other Holy
Ornaments lay,
as she asked 'grandma', too,
if Baby Jesus would be there
at their Christmas table to talk.

'grandma' never asked for much
for so many years,
but she wanted to give of herself
and bought the girl marvelous toys
she put under the tree.
That Christmas eve she dreamed
of Jesus' wise peers,
and they told her she would find
comfort just wait and see.

'grandma' told her dear child
that Jesus had given her a perfect
gift,
"What could it be?", her granddaughter
confided.
It was the precious talent of giving
elders a much needed lift,
and that loving her gave her back
her strength ten fold, the way Jesus
in his day had guided.

When Christmas came the child awoke
and cried out that 'grandma' dreamed
of a new pair of legs, with a sigh.
She loved the old woman so and with
her wish came tears in her blue eyes.
Why the hospital had given 'grandma'
a new moving wheelchair she didn't
have to buy,
Christmas day was spent rejoicing
in 'grandma's' kitchen making cookies
and pie.

The child looked at 'grandma' in awe,
knowing that she had done something
good,
she smiled her certain smile and told
'grandma' that she didn't need anything,
as Jesus in his day would tell.
'grandma' laughed spryly asking her
to quickly find her presents like
she should,
that without her little arms,
Christmas might not have been as
'dressed up' so well.