Of course I woke up early on Christmas Day; I always do when I promise myself to sleep in. When my feet touch the ground, that’s the signal for our four-legged family members to get up as well. We all had to use the bathroom (not together) and I decided to go for a short morning walk.
“What a cute commercial! Look Mom, the kids got a puppy for Christmas.”
Every year I see a commercial like that on TV and every year I flinch. I flinch, because it’s the time of the year again, when many children ask for a puppy for Christmas and I don’t blame them.
I had grown up with different traditions and I was looking forward to our first American Christmas together. It was in the 80’s and we had just gotten married a few months earlier. It was my first Christmas in America –in my new home- with the man I loved.
Some homes are hungry, some homes are sad – Some homes are desperate, some homes are bad. Some homes are broken, and children there grieve. Those homes I visit, but what should I leave?”
I found this poem on my search for Christmas spirit. It got to me, so I thought I share it with all of you.