I was excited when Mother said I could put help her unpack the manger scene figurines and set them into the creche. Mother said creche is just a different way of saying manger scene–the place where Baby Jesus was born.
Before Christmas, when the time came for the Christmas decorations, the box for the creche was carefully brought down from the attic with the others. The smell of the Christmas decorations was wonderfully full of pine and promise. The box for the creche was marked–I recognized my mother’s handwriting–so beautiful and curvy.
I mustn’t pull things out of the box too quickly. I had to wait as Mother checked each little bundle wrapped in tissue paper. Not everything in the creche box was put in the manger scene at the same time. The baby Jesus figurine didn’t go in until Christmas and the three kings came even later.
Christmas music played softly in the background as it always did at that time of year. Music was just finding its way back into our home after being gone for so many months. Mother handed me a small bundle wrapped in tissue paper–I could open this one. As I gently pulled back the tissue, I found a lamb. It goes in the barn with the other animals who are watching Mary and Joseph as they wait for Baby Jesus. I gently placed it in the back of the stable so Mother would give me another one to open. This time, she gave me a larger bundle–a cow. I wonder when we’ll see Mary or Joseph.
Mother pulled back the tissue on a bundle and then re-wrapped it–it was a Magi. She proceeded to explain that Magi were wise men or kings from the east who came to see Baby Jesus but they don’t arrive until the Feast of the Three Kings on January 6th.
I watched with anticipation the next little bundle that she pulled from the box filled with tissue paper–this time, she pulled back the edge of the tissue and handed the bundle to me. Gently, I held the bundle in my hand and pulled back the tissue to reveal Joseph. His face is gentle–like my daddy’s. My daddy’s gone to heaven but he had a kind face like Joseph. The figurine was hard and smooth in my small fingers. I had to be careful not to drop any or I wouldn’t be allowed to help mother. I wanted to hold Joseph and look at his face. I still missed my daddy. Mother pressed me to put Joseph into the stable.
One by one, we unwrapped the figures. I gently placed Mary across from Joseph. The shepherds–one standing with a lamb over his shoulders and the other down on one knee–I placed towards the back of the stable–all eyes are on the manger where Baby Jesus will be. The angel which hung from the front of the manger scene was the final piece–at least for that moment.
Mother hurried off with the half-empty box–on to the next task. I stared at the scene–Mary kneeling next to the manger with straw and across from Joseph. They were a mom and dad–it was perfect. My mom didn’t have my dad anymore. We weren’t like Jesus’ family anymore. As I tried to understand my family, a Christmas carol came on the record player: Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, the little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head. The stars in the sky looked down where He law, the little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.
I listened as the words became pictures in my head. Those in heaven were looking down–like my daddy. He was in heaven–he would be looking down. I wonder if he was looking down at me.
The cattle are lowing, the poor baby wakes, but little Lord Jesus no crying He makes. Love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky, and stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.
I saw the image of Baby Jesus–so gentle, so good. I wished I could be good like Him. I cried at night even though I shouldn’t. After Mother has come in to our room and said prayers with us, I cry quietly. The empty space in my belly hurts from missing my Daddy. I should be better–like Baby Jesus–no crying He makes.
Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask thee to stay close by me forever and love me, I pray. Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care, and take us to heaven to live with Thee there.
Those were words from my own heart. Please stay close Lord Jesus–I need someone to love me. It would be better if you could take me to heaven to live with You and Daddy there.
In those moments, the magic of the creche wrapped around me. I felt safe. I am not sure how long I stood staring into the scene. The song ended and another Christmas carol washed over me. I knew that my Daddy was near–he was watching over me–he and the Lord Jesus. One day I would go to heaven to be with them there, but it wasn’t today.
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