Cuppacafe

They say that time is that thing that keeps everything from happening all at once. Well then, imagine this, you are the offspring of an interfaith (Christian/Jewish) couple both of whom are true to and celebrate their respective holidays, and then you are born on December 30th, causing the ultimate in holiday mash-ups (Chanukah, Christmas, your birthday, and New Year’s Eve.

Talk about your Festivus Maximus.

Well, the individual I spoke about in the above paragraph is my beautiful Daughter Kayla (sorry Sweetie), but then imagine this woman’s plight:

April 1964 was a very good month for some couples I know. Like my parents, my friend Amy’s parents, and every other set of parents who were lucky enough to get pregnant in April 1964 or the month of April any year.

Unfortunately, their offspring weren’t as lucky. We’re the infamous December Birthday Babies. Some of us are known as the Christmas Babies, with birthdays that fall either on or close to December 25th; but January Birthday Babies report they’re in the same cradle.

Catch me on a good day and ask, like folks usually do, “How do you like having a birthday three days before Christmas?

Me? I want to adopt a Black, Hispanic, Islamic kid who was raised in Sweden so I can also celebrate Kwanzaa, Three Kings, Ramadan, and Santa Lucia. But then I’ve been drinking all month.

The Perfessor

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