Unselfish Love

by Cynthia Adams1

Our family was big and our resources small
Yet every December, our parents gave all
We'd have a bright tree with gifts underneath
Windows had candles, doors had a wreath.

In '59, we were roused in the night
My Mom in her coat, turned on the light
Her water had broken, she'd soon have to flee
But our Christmas reactions, she wanted to see.

I was just ten when I finally guessed
The reason our parents chose little rest
Was to take on long, extra shifts
As hours away meant better gifts.

I realized our parents, with too little praise
Had put us kids first all of their days
Now that we're older and have children too
The "making of Christmas" is our job to do.

We follow their footsteps best that we can
And honor their memories with prayer and elan
It isn't the presents that make Christmas day
It's committment to loved ones: the unselfish way.

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Christmas writing prompt entry

Writing Prompt
Write a Rhyming poem about your favourite thing about Christmas.
It could be food, The tree, Film, sweets, snow, religion etc
Dedicate your poem to why it is such an important part of Christmas for you.
Anything goes as long as it Rhymes.

My brother, Gregory Noel was born about 11:30 a.m. Christmas Day, 1959. He was the fourth of what turned out to be seven kids.
Our parents died young and we older kids did our best to make a nice Christmas for the younger ones.
As parents ourselves, we kids have all tried to honor our parents in showing unselfish love to those we care for, particularly at Christmas.

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