Why Do We Celebrate?: A poem by twelve-year-old me

I went back to my parents' house for Thanksgiving, and stumbled upon all our old scrapbooks.  (My mom was a Creative Memories consultant in the late 90s and early 00s, so we have many of these).  In the "Decker Christmases" album, which chronicled each Christmas with the family on my dad's side since the mid-80s, I found a poem that I had written and recited for the family when I was a few days short of twelve years old.  It is precious, and quite honestly, I am surprised that it is so well written for a 5th grader.  Shoot, I can't write poems worth CRAP now as a college student.  I have included it in its unedited form, exactly as I found it pasted to the Christmas 2000 page (right down to the red and green colors and the pretentious spelling of "savior"):

Why Do We Celebrate?

Why do we celebrate
and give gifts and sing?
What is the reason
why we do all these things?

To many people
the answer is clear
We celebrate the time
when our saviour was here.

Not only do we worship
a king born long ago
But the king in our hearts
that continues to grow.

We give because God gave
the best gift of all
His son to the world
to All: big and small.

We sing to give
our praise and love
to the one in heaven,
Our God up above.

In conclusion, Jesus
is the purpose of the season.
But tell me,
What is your reason?

--Hannah Decker

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