Sharing My Birthday With The Lord Poem by Randy McClave

Sharing My Birthday With The Lord



To my mother and to all accord
It is awful to share a birthday with the Lord,
Though the month is the same and not on the 25th
Only on Christmas day, do I ever get my birthday and Christmas gift;
I always share my birthday with someone else
When I talk about my own party, mom talks about Santa and his elf,
To have a birthday party for me, my mother would never permit
I guess in her eyes that would destroy her own holiday spirit,
Or maybe my birthday to her is just another inconvenience
Which causes her discomfort and anxiety and never is a convenience,
Or maybe my mother is just saving money and also trying to save time
Maybe that's why I never get a cake, but instead a ham or turkey seasoned with thyme;
All I wanted for Christmas was my own birthday party, which is cheerful and jolly
But, what I always get instead is a tree covered with garland and holly,
During the holiday seasons I am always saddened, and I will mope
For my own separate birthday party, I have also given up on hope;
To me "Happy Birthday" my mother will never sing
But, "Noel" she will chant, and to that tune Christmas bells she will ring,
My own birthday party? I guess it I will never see,
And my birthday gift…. I guess it will always lie underneath our Christmas tree.

Randy L. McClave

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 18 May 2020

I never thought about what it would have been like to share my birthday with Christ Jesus. Knowing my Mom, she would have made another day my birthday because it is plain impossible to shine on His day! ! ! ! !

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