Year 2: Day 63 – Last Christmas

Re-blogging this fab poem by Charlotte Cuevas

Little Pieces

Last Christmas was nothing to write home about.
(We didn’t send a camel with any urgent news
because there were no emergencies.)

We didn’t have family in from out of town-
good thing, because there’s never any room
at the inn.

I didn’t get a present last Christmas;
in fact, the taxes were raised and I lost
two extra sheep.

We had a tree but we used it to make a table,
we sang but it was for a funeral march,
we ate but it was the usual fish and bread,
and we prayed and waited, like every year,
for a Savior.

And this Christmas, we got one.

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