Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Rodrigues Christmas...


My ears are ringing… All of your laughter is echoing… Let us receive a King! Let our hearts prepare Him room… He will not find much else in Port Mathurin… Let us listen to heaven and nature sing… To create that feeling… Otherwise we would not know that Christmas fills the silent muggy tropical air…

Street hawkers’ bells are ringing… Forget the snow flakes… Only sweat drops are falling… No shortage of drunks are singing… Forget the street lights… Above that drab, dreary and dreamless street… The stars will still shine bright through the silent holy night…

Santa will not appear… There are no chimneys to go down through… He will not bring a treat to this poor corner of the world… What a dirty trick…

But since there is no egg nog or reindeer, Grandma will not get run over… And for sure, we can say there is no Santa here… How could we ever believe in what we do not even know… But, you can be proud of us… We are taking it all very well… We have no gifts to take back… Even the man who drives the sleigh has no bells… Only a license to drive…

However, dreaming about the goose on the table gives us goose bumps… With our eyes closed and taste buds wide open, we can taste the pudding made of beer through the flaming brandy.

In this humid place there are no puny poinsettias… Besides everybody here is called uncle or aunt… So, unlike Percy the poinsettia, no one will spend Christmas alone… We will bloom and not be dismayed… Here is to the lonely… You are not the only… Neither are you alone without Santa… Or any family around you…

The red and green flame tree fills the neighborhoods with Christmas colors…

And Jesus says to us ALL: “I want to make you ALL mine…”

This is the Christmas Jesus brought to us ALL… This is the Christmas Jesus wants us ALL to dream about…

May all your Christmas dreams come true…

Forget the church bells… Our ears are ringing… Jesus is singing… That is good enough for us…

Kingly and kindly, Jesus has lit a light so bright, way above Port Mathurin… Indeed, way beyond any kind of town… Rich or poor… With or without Santa… With or without any Christmas decorations… Just look at the sky… Dream the impossible dream… We are all born under a lucky star… We all know what to keep and what to throw away… Every hand in the hand of Jesus is a winner…

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