Christmas Poem
The Christmas Birthday Cake
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When I think of Jesus' childhood
There's a thing I must get straight
If Christmas wasn't Christmas,
How did Jesus celebrate?
I know he didn't have a tree
With lights and all the trim.
I'll bet his mother, Mary,
Baked a Christmas cake for him.
She probably called it birthday cake.
With the candles all aglow.
Then little Jesus made his wish,
Blew 'em out with just one blow.
And little Jesus' friends were there
With presents they would bring.
Since they didn't have the carols,
What fun songs did they sing?
I'll think they sang the birthday song
And had all kinds of fun.
Then Mary cut that birthday cake,
A piece for everyone.
Since Christmas's still his birthday
I rejoice for Jesus sake:
I love the tree and lights and toys,
And I'd like some birthday cake.
The Christmas Birthday Cake
Christmas poem by Grandpa Tucker.
Copyright © 1996
Oooh, what a great place. I want this, from there-
Are you ever lucky!Ah, bakeries. My parents had two bakeries, although they got out around the time I was born (1950). My dad then got a job in a big commercial bakery. He smelled so great when he came home from work!
My two older sisses and I grew up with fresh homemade bread, cookies, cakes, pastries, pies, Danish, kuchen, etc. and took it all for granted. I thought all kids grew up like that, til I was at my neighbor's and she gave us cookies out of a box that were hard as a rock, lol. My mom's cookies were soft and chewy.
My dad especially liked cake decorating. He made wedding cakes for all us kids, and most of our friends too.
Here he is as a young man, long before I was born -- best guess around 1940-45:
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Are you ever lucky!
Thanks for sharing your dad and his cakes with us!
That’s too pretty to eat! Oh who am I kidding, chomp!