The Holy Child is an Elephant
Ganesh, the beloved son, suckled
at Parvati’s breast, suffered death
and by a miracle (so it came to pass)
was gloriously resurrected.
In this story there is no stable,
star, shepherds, nor magi
but there is Christmas magic,
belief, rejoicing, dancing and drumming
and oh come let us adore
far into the night, feasting
on sel roti, coconut and jaggery.
Parvati felt the flash from Shiva’s eye,
saw his arm blur, heard a whoosh
of air, a slicing sound, saw Ganesh,
the innocent, beheaded — dead
as a dashain goat. His head vanished.
So it came to pass, the holy trinity
was formed: Shiva and Parvati, delicious
friction of lingam and yoni, love’s
constant recreation; and Ganesh,
reborn, chubby elephant-headed god.
Oh come let us adore the resurrected
god of grace, restored now
to his mother’s warm embrace,
his father’s high regard.