Holy Family by Rembrandt, 1640.
Oil on wood. Musee du Louvre, Paris
I wrote this poem after hearing a conversation in the grocery store about how many bottles of cloves a woman needed for her hot mulled wine. She thought 4 bottles would do. I thought to myself, "Good gracious, woman! How much mulled wine will you be serving at this party?"
Iconic Realism: God's Son, King of the Universe, born in a humble stable, nurses on His holy Mother, Mary as any baby does with his mother. Cultural dilemma highlighted: Through humility, we learn the power of God.
Then, I pondered about the true meaning of celebrating Christmas, drinking today versus then, arrogance versus humility, and this poem arrived:
A Christmas Savor
What shall I drink? Egg nog or grog?
What did the Holy Family drink
on that holiest of nights?
Did Mary lean over to Joseph
after giving birth to Jesus and say,
“Joseph, be a dear and pour me
another glass of Chardonnay?”
To which Joseph replied,
“Mary Darling, all we have is
a little mulled wine left
over
from the party the other day.”
Or…
Did a father, proud
Or…
Did a father, proud
after such a long trip
offer his lovely bride a sip
of water to give her joy
upon delivering this
beautiful, healthy boy?
Did the baby cry
Did the baby cry
in a humble home
and looking to his mum,
so beautiful and warm,
snuggle up to
her swollen breast
and savor sweet milk
from the Mother Blessed?
© Jeanne I. Lakatos
© Jeanne I. Lakatos