We Wish You a Merry Birthday
My name is Noelle and I’m sorry to say
that I was born on Christmas Day,
after the presents but before the singing
(nonsense about sleigh bells ringing).
My father claimed he’d had a hunch
that I’d be born right after lunch
and so it was: Mum gave a shout!
Pudding went in, I popped out.
I wish, I wish, I really do
she’d held on for a week or two.
Each year I share my special day
with that festering, festive holiday.
Instead of balloons I get baubles.
My head aches as my family warbles
Christmas carols all day long—
I never get a birthday song
and though each year I get a cake
it’s always fruit, for goodness sake.
I always thought it couldn’t be worse
than a birthday with a tinsel curse
till my sister made my birthday cool—
she was born an April fool.
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #49
Jessica said: I was guilty of having a baby on Christmas Day last year, and I’ve been filled in on the potential downsides of a birthday overshadowed by Christmas. I hope she always finds her birthday special, and I’ll be sure to sing her Happy Birthday every year.