What do you do when Baby Jesus comes to your neighbourhood much in advance of Christmas?
We welcome her of course, which is what we have done……with open arms.
Some years back Nazareth and Beatriz got married, as everyone, they waited for a baby, which took time in coming because Beatriz was so very ill, trips to the hospital, doctors and endless drugs but Beatriz did not feel any better, besides there was the endless suffering and frustration of not having a baby to hold in her arms. Nazareth was not there to console her when those endless tongues started wagging?
Why did he marry her? Could he not see she was ill, even on her wedding day….. the torture went on and on.
Nazareth so far away trying to earn a nice living for his family.
Oh! what days of loneliness, pain and the endless wait for the baby, but Beatriz decided; no painful treatments, she already had so much medication that she did not want any more drugs, nor she did want to meet any more doctors. Surrogacy? That option was not even considered by Nazareth and Beatriz…..
And then one fine glorious day Caris burst on the scene…….Baby clothes on the clothesline, we peeped out,
What was happening? Was it a relative visiting?
But no, Caris’ grandmother said we have a baby!
What excitement, we rushed over and there was Caris in her little bed, plump cheeks like delicious cupcakes and her hair tiny, tiny curls like a zillion springs, oh the smell of milk and baby powder….we just inhaled it deeply, heaven.
Where have you come from darling? Nobody cares
No longer will Beatriz be the woman who has no children…..she is a mother who has sleepless nights, worries about immunization and lovely clothes for Caris who rests softly in her arms.
And Nazareth, the proud father who has come for Christmas with special permission from his employer, who can resist a Baby? Walking tall and proud with Caris perched, cooing on his shoulder.
We the willing slaves following every look, every move Caris makes. ‘Oh she is clapping, is she?’’ No, no’ says the very proud grandmother, ‘she is shooing away the monkeys’ Ohhh we breathe in
And so we have our very own Baby Jesus, our miracle child…..for who knows in what guise He will come to us….
We welcome her of course, which is what we have done……with open arms.
Some years back Nazareth and Beatriz got married, as everyone, they waited for a baby, which took time in coming because Beatriz was so very ill, trips to the hospital, doctors and endless drugs but Beatriz did not feel any better, besides there was the endless suffering and frustration of not having a baby to hold in her arms. Nazareth was not there to console her when those endless tongues started wagging?
Why did he marry her? Could he not see she was ill, even on her wedding day….. the torture went on and on.
Nazareth so far away trying to earn a nice living for his family.
Oh! what days of loneliness, pain and the endless wait for the baby, but Beatriz decided; no painful treatments, she already had so much medication that she did not want any more drugs, nor she did want to meet any more doctors. Surrogacy? That option was not even considered by Nazareth and Beatriz…..
And then one fine glorious day Caris burst on the scene…….Baby clothes on the clothesline, we peeped out,
What was happening? Was it a relative visiting?
But no, Caris’ grandmother said we have a baby!
What excitement, we rushed over and there was Caris in her little bed, plump cheeks like delicious cupcakes and her hair tiny, tiny curls like a zillion springs, oh the smell of milk and baby powder….we just inhaled it deeply, heaven.
Where have you come from darling? Nobody cares
No longer will Beatriz be the woman who has no children…..she is a mother who has sleepless nights, worries about immunization and lovely clothes for Caris who rests softly in her arms.
And Nazareth, the proud father who has come for Christmas with special permission from his employer, who can resist a Baby? Walking tall and proud with Caris perched, cooing on his shoulder.
We the willing slaves following every look, every move Caris makes. ‘Oh she is clapping, is she?’’ No, no’ says the very proud grandmother, ‘she is shooing away the monkeys’ Ohhh we breathe in
And so we have our very own Baby Jesus, our miracle child…..for who knows in what guise He will come to us….
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