Monday, December 17

Late in the Evening

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The living room floor was littered with torn wrappings. Paper bits discarded here and there, my children and our guests inspected the goods which had been delivered to them via the Sint's large sack. It had been determined just after the loud knock on the front door that as the rounds went for opening gifts, I would be the last spot.

That was okay by me.


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Andrew got his fish;
a swimming one with a tail. He watched it circle round the tiny bowl.

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket Ian and Emma were blown away when they opened cell phones. Ian's spontaneous happy dance made everyone in the room howl with laughter.

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Our guests each received photographs, something from my heart and personalized for each of them.

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket Don got his photos too, and then it was my turn.

I knew he had written his poem, just as I had begged asked him too. Early in the evening I spotted him surreptitiously stashing a set of scribbled notes on top of the bookshelf. I have to admit, I couldn't wait to find out what he'd come up with. He called attention in the room back to focus on me, and then pulled his papers from the top shelf. He appeared to study them for a minute or two, then shook his head and said aloud "No, this just won't do." I watched him then leave the circle of company and step over to collect his tall stool.


You know, the one he sits on to play his guitar.

I started to cry.

He set up the stool and grabbed his guitar from its stand. And then?

Then he sang to me.

Yup, the boy came through on this poem writing thing with a bang.

And. He. Sang. To. Me.

He apologized for being neither a songwriter nor poet, and apologized again for stealing the tune from one of
our favorite artists. I apologize now (to you, not to him--I know he's secretly pleased about this next bit) that the video which was captured on the night cannot be displayed. I have tried it every which way but Sunday and cannot get the file to upload properly. So I have nothing to show for it, really. But you can trust me when I tell you the performance was brilliant.

And now, my friends and readers, a Sinterklaas poemsong. From my house to yours.


"The night's getting long
And the Sint's come and gone
Leaving pakjes and goodies for all
The last one's for you
and it seems to be true
It really looks awfully small.

Oh, Jenn, you know me so well
You asked me 10 times
but not once did you yell
You said 'please write my poem'
Okay, what the hell!
Oh, Jenn, you know me so well.

So, your poem is a song
Let's thank God it's not long-
The misery soon will be through.
You ask, you receive
Although none would believe
That I'd sing something funny to you!

But, oh, Jenn, you know me so well.
You asked me 10 times
but not once did you yell
You said, 'please write my poem'
Okay, what the hell!
Oh, Jenn, you know me so well.

Well, the night's getting long
And the Sint's come and gone..."


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12 comments:

  1. Aw! That's just so sweet! You got serenaded! (is that even possible as a verb? Oh well...) How cool is that!

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  2. Your boy certainly knows what side his bread is buttered... (and if he didn't before, bet he does now!)

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  3. The man is perfection. And who deserves it more than you my dear.
    Happy Holidays!

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  4. Renew that guy's contract. Now. For forever.

    (You made me cry with this ... OK, technically Don made me get a little teary, but you know what I mean.)

    HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

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  5. Aww great poem. I could not imagine my husband writing any sort of a poem!

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  6. So sweet...nobody had done that to me for years now...I'm all green...lol

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  7. Fantastic! We need tech help - I want to see the video!

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  8. Awww.... sigh... this is so lovely!

    Jami's got it right: renew that guy's contract!

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  9. Aww, that look on Andrew's face is precious! So happy for him.

    And your man? He's a keeper.

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  10. Very sweet! And wonderful photos. And seeing Ian there reminds me so much of C. Wonderful.

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  11. Oh, that man of yours is a keeper! What a wonderful gift, Jenn.

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  12. How wonderful--and PLEASE get a techie to help with the video--I want to hear too! Just about the sweetest thing he could do, and he did! ;-)

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