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