Crumbs From the Corner: Adventures in Woolgathering

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Five Golden Rings (1)

On the fifth day of Christmas,
My True Love sent to me:
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

I am at this time feeling very sorry for myself and not at all wordy.
I might as well, then, between now and Christmas, find five things, five 'golden rings,' if you will, that I am glad about, and declare them.

My brother opened his Christmas gifts from us, over the phone yesterday evening. My voice, which was already failing miserably, began to squeak embarrassingly as we talked. Midway through our conversation it began to disintegrate at intervals and I, battling along and sounding much like a curious intermingling of The Godfather, a talking rodent and an old pair of bellows, was apparently providing my sibling much amusement. He said, although not unkindly, "this is hilarious."
I am thankful, therefore, that I could bring a laugh to somebody and use my weakness as a useful tool.

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