Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Someone's Kind of Christmas

Yesterday I was strolling us home when Julian began to shout-sing The Goodbye Song.  You know the one: Goodbye, [name of person], goodbye ____, goodbye ____, we're glad to you came to play! 

Except this one went,

"Goodbye, car, goodbye, tree,  goodbye sidewalk, we're glad you came to play!"

And then another verse:

"Goodbye, scary rat, goodbye scary rat, goodbye scary rat, we're glad you came to play!"

He could have been referring to this, but he was actually referring to this, which had parked itself outside our neighborhood Duane Reade.  

I laughed and so did a man walking a few feet away, who said over his shoulder, "I can't wait for my grandbabies to get talking like that!"    He was carrying a mop and a bucket and had a friendly face.  He went on to tell me he had 1-year-old twin granddaughters who he could NOT tell apart, who were adorrrable (showed us a pic on his phone) and also that he was 53, approaching a 3rd Christmas without his mother, that he was an only child and he just (as in days/weeks) ago, found out he was adopted.  So, "a lot to deal with" he said.  And with a cheerful goodbye and a pivot, we shook hands and he went on his way in one direction and I on mine in another.

And that's the kind of Christmas one person's having in the world right now.

1 comment:

Valerie said...

A) that inflatable rat never ceases to freak me out.
B) I love this.