Friday, November 18, 2011


UNSCROOGED

I suppose as one gets older there's an increasing tendency to get a bit more scroogey as the humbuggy holidays approach, it must have something to do with age and a greater understanding of the value of time or something - there aren't many teen scrooges that I know of - and even though I don't feel all that humbuggish for my age, I may have been scroogey a few times in recent years, especially around the holidays, though such topics make one evasive about the stats. Anyway, this was all more or less true until last Friday morning.

I had come home late the night before and fallen right into bed, having forgotten that the Trio of Brio were staying the night. I'd gotten up before 6 am and was doing some work on the computer, so engrossed in my task in the dawn silence that I continued in forgetment, until all at once the bedroom door to the loft opened and three little sleepyfaced girls came out with rumply pajamas and tousled hair, cute beyond the reaches of that word. Rubbing their eyes, they gathered around me where I sat and all at once began singing Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, for yes it was my birthday - I'd forgotten that too - and the early morning chill all at once became warm, as these three barefoot little angels turned humbug around on a pinpoint and made it sunshine. It was a touching scene, both inside and out.

So now for the rest of my life if for some reason I happen to get a scroogey twist in my psychoshorts, all I have to do is picture those sleepy, loving little faces singing to me in their really early morning celebration of my long-ago birth and I love everything about this crazy world.

What a birthday present.


8 comments:

Tabor said...

Happy Birthday, Robert. I see you already got your gifts.

Mary Lou said...

how precious!

Kalei's Best Friend said...

Kids are amazing aren't they? And, yes, why is it that when people get older they get crotchetier? I refuse to get that way... Happy Birthday! and many more~!

esbboston said...

Lately I have had a lot of alone time during November and I've really enjoyed it. A little bit of music, but most days its just been the dog and I quietly doing our day, writing and reading, the other one of us gnawing on a rawhide bone, or sitting in the rare warm sun. I am excited about a new branch on my orchid, its about a half inch long. Now I'm hoping that the new pineapple plant takes off and begins to grow, it is scheduled to be a gift.

Mark said...

Happy, without any crotchiness, birthday.

vegetablej said...

Omedeto gozaimasu for having three wonderful birthday gifts. And many more.

:)

Victor said...

Awesome.

pserean said...

:)

I'm glad I found this post to read. I can almost see them - almost.
Belated happy birthday.