"The best gift of Christmas" Wry-ku

Years ago, our then 11-year old son, who wanted a bell from Santa's sleigh not more than two years ago, survived the FIRST of his two major revelations this year, [Read:  Santa; not Baby].  This morning, he presented his Mom and me with the best gift we could have ever received:  A book of his poetry from school.

His work is amazing, including this Haiku.

The small blue jay sings
A joyful welcoming song
To summon morning

I couldn't have said it better myself--or been more touched--ever.  Merry Christmas.