Christmas Babies

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That’s me on the left, Julia on the right, both of us born on Christmas, 40 years apart. What better birthday gift can a father receive–a daughter born on his birthday.

Extreme gratitude to Harriet, for enduring a torturously long labor to give us a Christmas baby, and to my own mother, Irene. I was her second Christmas baby, three years after my brother Peter was born.

Happy birthday Julia, Peter, and you too, Annie. We’re a club of our own.

By David Klein

David Klein

Published novelist, creative writer, avid reader, discriminating screen watcher.

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