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This year we pooled our money to give to a needy cause.
So we’re not expecting much on Christmas Day from Santa Claus.

Of course the children all will find their hearts’ desires beneath the tree.
They are too young to know the thrill of giving to a charity.

So we’re breaking with tradition in limiting our spending spree
On lavish gifts for one another. What a big change that will be.

But there is one last tradition that we follow slavishly.
We celebrate all family birthdays to the very nth degree.

When we wake on birthday morning we know the whole day will be ours.
From the youngest to the eldest, this day brings us super powers

And so much love and true devotion that we’re treated like a queen
Or a king as gender dictates, but you all know what I mean.

From one year to over ninety, there’s a party every year.
We are showered with gifts and honor from the folks we hold most dear.

We will gather Christmas morning just the same as every year
As we watch the children open gifts, with happiness and cheer.

But we know we’ll be remembered when our birthday comes around
When everyone will gather with the best gift to be found.

Gifts and love and honor, enough cake to make us groan,
We look forward to our birthdays with a party of our own.

 
Written for Paula’s “Tradition” contest  won 9th place

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