By Alvin Peters
One of the things I had always treasured was a Christmas card that my father gave me from Obadarie’s Department Store. Oba’s, as it was affectionally called, became magical at this time of the year. It was a delightful respite from the chores in preparation of the season. There were the lovely decorations, the delightful music piping through the speakers, the choirs and parang groups joyously lifting the spirits of weary shoppers, the staff in their Santa hats and of course the delightful Nativity scene. It would not be Christmas without it. It was the centrepiece of the department store.
The beautifully sculpted mid-sized replicas, in the mind’s eye of my childhood, seem to move as if in a play. The regal Wise Men with their gifts carried reverently in their hands, the humble shepherds, and a few sheep in tow. There was the strong, kind Joseph and the beautiful Mary. Above them all was a glorious sign held by angels that said “Halleluiah”. It was a wonderous thing to see. It was perfect…well, almost perfect.