Mother Christmas.

For all the times your limbs howled from pain,
but all you did was smile through the stress.
Those nights when you would lie awake
as tears streamed from your eyes onto the soaking wet bed. 
None of it went unnoticed,
you are the best example of all that we cherish. 
There were days you made us meals from magic
without worrying us that each one might have been our last. 
The true spirit of compassion, giving glows within you,
which is why there's no one more deserving of joy this season. 
Mommy dearest, without you,
there would be nothing merry about Christmas;
you are our pride and joy, our shining star—
evidence of all that's brilliant.