Christmas in the Cupboard
It sat waiting for its turning, a snow globe of Christmas yearning.
Its glitter was splashed all over its plastic floor, waiting for that hopeful shake of love ever more.
There in the kitchen cupboard it sat night after night, waiting for the silent dreams of each heart’s delight.
It was only a souvenir, a token of affection, but its musical theme played for a star’s direction.
It was a beautiful snow globe city of red and green, with a manger lit with figurines.
Its flickering light produced a magical glow, white and gold glitter that fell like newborn snow.
And in the chapel with the angel lights were streams of constellations for this precious sight.
Enchantment in a globe, a world that turns upside down; every year a memory of God painting our town.
Noses pressed against fogged windows and Santa in a sleigh, the wonder of it all, a King born to save.
Peaceful the smells of a kitchen preparing for a season, the snow globe sat in eager anticipation.
Behind the turkey salt and pepper shakers, it waited for the tree lights to be strung, and the cookies to be painted, and ornaments to be hung.
It knew the hands of this family, of every single shake, it knew that Christmas was much more than a calendar date.
It loved the company of every glass and dish, it was every child’s city, a globe with one single wish.
“Christmas is not a day, it is a way, to find what God asks of each of us each and every day, to share our gifts so divine, bearing peace when hate is blind.”
And the hands, they took turns turning. And the snow, it fell upon this holy sight. And, the snow globe felt the earth smile, for joy had found its way into every Christmas heart.
Kathy Paysen 2013