My son was born on a September night.
It was 3 AM when I first held him in my arms.
He announced his coming into this world the prior December,
The holiday season.
I couldn’t possibly wish for a better Christmas gift.
Many of my friends’ children were born in September.
My baby, her oldest, his youngest, both of their kids.
There are so many September birthdays in my circle
That every year we throw a giant birthday party
For everybody born in September.
Lots of babies born in September,
Lots of kids to celebrate.
And all of them were conceived by their parents in December.
The Christmas season.
The holiday cheer.
We tend to love each other over the holiday season more than
the rest of the year.
So much so that the month of December has become a baby
boom for us.
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