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You Are My Miracle by Maryann Cusimano Love and Satomi Ichikawa

At my holiday story time in December, this is the book I read for Christmas. It's one of my favorites (it also is the one I cried while reading. Out loud. To children. So awkward.) I transcribed it below the cut, but you should see a hard copy too, the illustrations are beautiful.

You Are My Miracle by Maryann Cusimano Love and Satomi Ichikawa

I am your parent;
You are my child.
I am your quiet place;
You are my wild.

I am your hot cocoa;
You are my marshmallow.
I am your nutcracker;
You are my cookie dough.

I am your gingerbread;
You are my frosting goo.
I am your paper;
You are my glitter and glue.

I am your wrappings;
You are my surprise.
I am your don’t peek;
You are my wide eyes.

I am your bundle up;
You are my dash outside.
I am your uphill pull;
You are my fast sleigh ride.

I am your fortress;
You are my snowball fight.
I am your decorate;
You are my tangled lights.

I am your helper;
You are my do-it-myself.
I am your Santa Claus;
You are my Christmas elf.

I am your glass ball;
You are my popcorn strings.
I am your pageant;
You are my angel’s wings.

I am your steady hands;
You are my rising star.
I am your stocking;
You are my chocolate bar.

I am your caroling;
You are my jingle bell.
I am your favorite song;
You are my first noel.

I am your old stories;
You are my make-believe.
I am your go to sleep;
You are my Christmas Eve.

I am your hush now;
You are my lyrical.
I am your peace on Earth;
You are my miracle.
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