My birthday comes this month, in December. I used to feel a little cheated as a child, because people would quickly skip over my birthday in order to get into the mood for Christmas.
“I’ve got you one big present. That’s for both your birthday and Christmas,” someone would say.
“Did you really double the size of the present?” I would think. “Or am I just losing one present?”
My son is
obviously sympathetic. He wrote me a
nice birthday card, and wrote a poem on it.
He wrote it in Japanese, but I have translated my son’s poem into
English below:
Winter
comes,
Though the
jingle bells are loud,
Don’t
forget –
Daddy’s
birthday.
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