Twas the night before Eid, and all through the house,
everybody was sleeping. Except Amira, who was ironing her blouse.
The cookies were cooling, almost time to be iced.
The presents were sitting on the table, tied up nice.
Four pretty packages, all in a row.
One for Ahmad, Zainab, Salwa, Heba - but oh no!
How could she forget Sammy, who was only 2!
No present for him?? At this she became unglued!
How would she tell him, upon the next morn,
that she had forgotten his requested toy horn?
Just then she smelled smoke.
Could it be real? The room was on fire! It was no joke.
Oh, no, she said, I am rotten!
For the iron was for-gotten!
Later that eve, as the family huddled
out in the street, while the fire-hoses puddled,
and the flames consumed their every possession,
Amira had a Revel-ation.
Eid is not about presents, or fancy clothes.
It's about our spending time with those we love most!
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