Jesus in a box

With all the Christmas bustle, the holiday cheer,
Is sometimes forgotten this time of year
I hate the shopping the stores overflow,
People bickering where ever you go.

As I walked fuming from a store,
There in a wheelchair sat a child by the door
She looked about six, a box clutched in her little grasp,
Looking so like this gift was her last.

She smiled her secret smile and offered it to me,
I opened the box, it was… Empty?
I frowned not understanding the prize,
Patience showed in her big blue eyes.

She softly spoke her little voice a sigh,
"Don't you get it?" Her sweet lisped reply.
I shook my head, my puzzlement showed,
Minute by minute I felt like a great green toad.

"I gave you Jesus in this little box."
That nearly knocked off my socks.
"See, he is the gift and the reason,
For all to celebrate this season.

Though I may not walk he carries me,
with all his love he sets me free.
we must honor him from where it first begins
He died to take away our sins

So this gift I share, it's true,
Belongs to someone like you."
My surliness faded as I look on,
Her legs fragile, with wisdom so strong.

My eyes clouded, I wasn't prepared.
I felt humbled by a gift she shared,
Never been someone easy to cry,
But in that moment I wiped a teary eye.

I took the gift, caressing her brow.
And on that day I made a solemn vow.
To treat Christmas as a lesson retrieved,
Relishing in the special gift received.