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Christmas Gift

“Is there any gift more precious than the gift of love by those who blessed us with the gift of life”! by the Poet When December comes, Memories stir up unsought.... Once caught in its whirl I sink down deep until inebriated December brings in its wake Basket full of recollections which take me Back to the days at my parental home, Where, as a child, celebrated Christmas With my siblings and my parents I haven’t forgotten those haunting days And never will I as long as sanity sticks. To my parents, Christmas meant waking up early Putting on the best dress kept ready And going to church to attend the mass While they devoutly partook of the ceremonies We children, lured by the sparkling lights Would peer into the crib set ready at one corner To have a look at infant Jesus lain on hay With mother Mary and Joseph on either side More than piety, what governed us then Were the thoughts of making a crib Also the yummy goodies awaiting us at home And the planned visits of relatives Back from church my mother Would sweat and strain the whole day Making special dishes for the Christmas feast Yummy delights and a mouth drooling dessert The only gift, we got as children in those days I still remember the glow of contentment On my mother's face while serving them for the family Those were days when less was more Though there were no presents Under the Christmas tree to be unwrapped And no fanfare as of now How I relish the unconditional love they gave That I still feast on while starving on life’s sandy dunes Can it ever match with any glossy gifts of today? Festive occasions spark such nostalgia That I long for the warmth, got as a child From my parents who are now dearly missed Also my siblings scattered in places, out of easy reach The lovely memories they left behind Are deemed as the best gift, I can ever get And I tuck away that bundle of bliss under my pillow To take out at will, as and when I recline on my bed Any attempt at salvaging the deep passion That nestled in my heart then, is futile ~Placed Second~ A Christmas Gift Memory Poetry Contest Sponsor- B.J. Legros Kelley

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Date: 12/26/2021 11:45:00 PM
Valsa, thank you so much for your wonderful contribution of your lovely poem to the contest! Congratulations on your high placing win! What a beautiful loving memory '...The lovely memories they left behind Are deemed as the best gift, I can ever get..' I agree with you, the memories of love are the very best gift of all. May your new year ahead be blessed with much love, joy, health and many more happy memories for you and your loved ones. Again, congratulations!!
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Date: 12/27/2021 1:34:00 AM
Hi Legros, I must thank you for giving me a chance to take part in this contest and choosing it for a win. Glad you approved my poem. I feel inspired by your lovely comment and thanks a lot for the same.
Date: 12/26/2021 3:20:00 PM
Congratulations on your win. WOW!!! What a story/write. Love your line, "Those were days when less was more." Love This One. Have a Blessed Day................
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Date: 12/27/2021 1:29:00 AM
Glad you are impressed. Yes, they were days "when less was more".... Certainly I mean it ! Thanks a lot Paula.... Have a blessed year ahead.
Date: 12/24/2021 9:28:00 PM
Congratulations on your win Valsa!
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Date: 12/27/2021 1:26:00 AM
Thanks a lot Mark ! Glad for your kind reading of my poem and its appreciation.
Date: 12/5/2021 1:53:00 AM
What a marvelous Christmas memory "Though there were no presents Under the Christmas tree to be unwrapped And no fanfare as of now How I relish the unconditional love they gave That I still feast on while starving on life’s sandy dunes " Wow!
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Date: 12/27/2021 1:25:00 AM
Caren, great poetess, I am deeply touched by your comment. Those were days of mediocrity regarding physical comforts, but golden in relation to mental well being and inner contentment. Thanks for your 'Wow'. Stay blessed.
Date: 12/4/2021 12:05:00 PM
How sad that humanity is only attracted to love and sharing during a solstice and needs to imagine a source for those feelings!
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Date: 12/27/2021 1:20:00 AM
How can it be sad? To have such memories of love and deep bonding is an unusual gift we can ever treasure. Thanks a lot Rico
Date: 12/4/2021 7:00:00 AM
These memories are precious, Valsa. Truly a heartfelt write that returns to evoke what was the best of those early days with family-- now resonating as treasures. Splendid write as always my friend.
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Date: 12/27/2021 1:17:00 AM
Those were days when family bonds were thicker and 'comforts' were less. We can live by those memories of family and family unions a life time. Thanks a lot Vijay !
Date: 12/4/2021 6:31:00 AM
Valsa, this line resonated deeply with my own South African experiences: "I still remember the glow of contentment On my mother's face while serving them for the family[/] Those were days when less was more"/ Magic: I would not be Christian until 1991 in USA, though baptised by African Ngcobo-Mahlangu. But all S. Africans celebrated Christmas pre- and post-1990, to be UNITED one day. Yes, keep and bring out treasures of Christmases Past. PTL
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Date: 12/27/2021 1:15:00 AM
Glad I could bring before you, by chance the memory of your dear mother serving things with contentment. Such memories are so refreshing, though your mother is no more. Thanks a lot Anil for your lovely comment !
Date: 12/4/2021 2:22:00 AM
Wonderful poem. Brings me memories. In Malta 11.30 pm we would have carols. At midnight a procession of children carrying baby Jesus. The Christmas would begin with Mass and the sermon delivered by some young boy. Afterwards a small feast. Now I'm alone. Perhaps it's better as I concentrate on the love you wrote so finely about. May your yuletide be a happy one. Blessings.
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Date: 12/27/2021 1:10:00 AM
We grown ups all alike wish to travel back to the good old days when we celebrated Christmas with our parents and dear ones and remember the kind of celebrations we had then. Those memories have a special flavor. Thanks a lot Victor for your lovely wishes and beautiful comment.
Date: 12/4/2021 12:44:00 AM
The Gift of Humanity, lucky are those who are blessed with.. between their ribs, through their veins, into the chambers of their hearts a huge well of empathy, outshining beauty, generosity, the love of giving sharing and caring.. Despite the racing rhythm of the mundane they stay grounded in who they are.. never oblivious to lend a heart, a smile, a hand, a gift.. sowing bliss , warmth, contentment, praise.. though they left but never forgotten.. even though parts of us scattered in different corners of the earth.. You stay blessed with the Gift of Humanity nestled in your heart with all the bountiful gift memories in your soul.. So true, so humane! A great rendition deserving recognition! Always a great pleasure reading you, dear Valsa.. My deepest regards and blessings. Love and hugs.
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Date: 12/5/2021 4:02:00 AM
I have been passing through a hectic time for the past two days. Yet I cannot but respond to this lovely comment. Sweet memories are a gift to be treasured at all times. The delight you give me through your words will go to the memory bank to be encashed when need arises especially when mind runs out into the brink of insolvency! Occasionally I read your comments and feast on their beauty ! Thanks a lot Besma and thank God for enriching you with the gift of words!

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