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 Nina Vallard 

Nina is a



My Name Day


I was an unwanted present that year

A stowaway on Christmas cheer

As my hostess hid in a harbour town

Pining away by a pine tree

Barely decorated

Nervous and fearful of my arrival

A big bump with a bigger kick

New Years Day felt like the right time

To burst out of hiding


I snuck in during a dismal afternoon

I intended to erupt but I lost my nerve

Why make things harder than they already were?

A baby of the state

No name, one date

Months passed without event

Valentine’s Day was as romantic as Lent


Until one day I was collected

And given a name


Named after St Nicholas; Patron Saint of Sailors, Thieves and Children.

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