On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me,
were the twelve holidays I evolved in with others,
but mostly family.
I come in knowing,
that not holidays are in full understanding of what they are,
but by family of blood and not,
are always in joy for them.
So for them,
a smile is placed,
just for them,
as it’s the season for new effects to happen.
Be it Christmas day or Hanukkah,
we are there for each other.
Come forth on Ramadan,
Eid al-Fitr,
Boxing Day,
or Omisoka,
it’s the reflections of tomorrow and yesterdays all there is.
Seeing it even on Saint Nicholas Day,
St. Lucia Day,
Kwanzaa,
Eid’ul-Adha,
they’ll throw many out of the loop of what they mean,
yet they always seem the happiest.
On the day where the language walls are up,
we try on Fiesta of Our Lady of Guadalupe,
and come in differences,
on  high fires or cold waters,
we can look passed having Three Kings Day or as some other call it,
Epiphany.
It’s about being together with family,
even if we witness existence diverse.
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