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Christmas Without

Poetry Friday is being hosted over at my dear friend Tara Smith's blog.
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There is no tree in my house
but my mom says the ficus will have to do
plus, I looked it up and
it's an extremely important food source for wildlife, so
that's good.

We have no stockings or a fireplace
but my dad says our socks above the stove will work
plus, I looked it up and
it's not really a part of the Christmas story, so
that's good.

Most of our presents will be fruit
but my mom says fruit is nutritious
plus, I looked it up and
if we eat fruit we can be sure we don't get scurvy, so
that's good.

My mom is unravelling one of her sweaters
but my dad says the socks she knits will be filled with love
plus, I looked it up and
some natives reuse yarn to honor the sheep who gave it, so
that's good.

I don't talk about ours at school
but my dad says all traditions are important
plus, I looked it up and
a tradition is really just a belief passed down through generations, so
that's good.

Santa doesn't come if you don't have money
but my mom says Christmas is about love and joy
plus, I looked it up and
it's really about a baby born outside in straw, so
he didn't have money either.

Comments

  1. The repetition in this poem makes a chorus of "It is good." Trying to find the blessings when you compare yourself to others is difficult. Especially today. This small voice is important.

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  2. I love this way of showing what we often don't realize is happening to children in their homes, Kimberley. The repeating phrases show a thoughtful child, trying so hard to "make" Christmas.

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  3. Thank you for grounding us in the reality of Christmas; with all the commercialism that blares a different message, yours is a much-need "down home" one! Thank you, too--in view of all the political correctness that abounds--for including your last stanza. It is His Birthday, after all, so that's good--actually, what you did is more than good. It is excellent. It is great! Thank you!

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  4. You brought a tear to my eyes with this one, Kimberley! Sounds like your narrator's inner riches offers "Christmas With."

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  5. So lovely and rich in all the things that count!

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  6. A beautiful reminder of what's really important during the Christmas season and throughout the year.

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  7. Kimberly, the child within writes so beautifully of the real meaning of Christmas. Thank you for this interlude to remind me of what is important.

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  8. Lovely. Your pattern and repetition add to the message. I want to give the speaker in your poem a hug.

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  9. This matches the lives of sooooo many kids at my school. It breaks my heart. You have captured the experience perfectly.

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  10. I love this "true message". Thank you so much for sharing, this is wonderful!

    ~Carol Kiesman

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