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It’s been a long winter.

I’m so ready for sunshine and outdoor fun.

The Robert Louis Stevenson poem, “Bed in Summer” comes to mind, as it almost always does, when I think about the change from the darkness of winter to the longer days of summer light.

And that reminds me of little ones, exhausted from play, resisting nap time, because “it’s too nice to go to sleep.”

FREE Read-Aloud, Read-Along eBOOK you can read now!

FREE Read-Aloud, Read-Along eBOOK you can read now!

The model on the cover is our first daughter, over thirty years ago, who finally collapsed on our basement apartment floor, with her over-sized Tweety Bird as a pillow.

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I had so much fun with the free book on Mrs. Middlejoy’s site that I decided to put together a free book for my Read-Aloud, Read-Along site.

It is a compilation of poems from my Bedtime Rhymes, Fun Time Rhymes
and Year-Round Rhymes.  I hand picked them for their relaxing rhythms, and engaging themes.

I hope they help parents, grandparents and any other care givers who find themselves in need of something to sooth a pre-schooler or elementary school child into an afternoon rest.

Excerpt

Did You Ever See a Whale?

Did you ever see a whale swimming out in the sea

Jump high above the waves as the wind blew free?

No, I never saw a whale.  But I have a little fish.

And he swims just as fast and as free as you could wish.

Did you ever see a tiger in the tall, waving grass

Move as silent as the night, letting no one pass?

No, I never saw a tiger.  But I did see my cat

In the tall grass of the garden and she moved just like that.

Did you ever see a jungle, where the thick green vines

Made a home for snakes and parrots and monkeys all to climb?

No, I never saw a jungle.  But I do have a yard

With trees and birds and squirrels — so believing isn’t hard.

Did you ever take a rocket to the top of the sky

And look down on all the people as the world passed by,

And see stars and space and planets just as far as you could look?

No, I never rode a rocket.  But I did read a book!

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I’d Say That I Had Spring Fever…

Robin in winter tree
As the song says so well, (that is, “It Might as Well be Spring” from the Richard Rogers/Oscar Hammerstein musical State Fair), there is no reason to have Spring Fever, since there aren’t any signs of Spring. “I haven’t seen a crocus or a rosebud, Or a robin on the wing…”

But I did see a robin yesterday! In our winter-bare hawthorn tree, its red breast stood out against the ice-blue sky.

I don’t know why the robins come so early to Southeast Idaho. They aren’t a sign of spring here.

They gather in leafless tree branches along the frozen Portneuf River, before the pussy willows even bud. They fluff themselves against subzero cold, and somehow survive.007

The robins I remember from my childhood in Central Oregon showed up after the thaw, when they pulled fat earthworms from the soggy ground.

At least, that’s what my memory tells me now.

Did I miss the winter robins years ago? Were they there all along, unnoticed until I thought to look for them, because I had been taught that robins were the “first sign of Spring?”

I’m usually one for living in the moment, and enjoying the season I am in right now. Winter has been wonderful, especially this winter, with it’s emphasis on family and service.

But there are days like today, with the peaks of the Grand Tetons shimmering on the eastern horizon as we drive north to Idaho Falls, that I start dreaming of hiking among the wildflowers. Or even just puttering around in our little back yard, enjoying the plants my dad and stepmom planted years ago, that will spring to life again as they do each year, despite how long the frost and snow hang on.

So, along with rejoicing in the current season, I look forward with hope to the next season, and the season after that, trusting the flowers will bloom, the trees will green, and the earth will yield its worms when robins seek them.

And with that hope in my winter heart, it might as well be Spring.

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I Want to be a Scrooge This Year!

I Hope I am a Scrooge This Year

Alistair Sim as Ebeneezer Scrooge

Alistair Sim as Ebeneezer Scrooge

The Christmas I was eight, I read A Christmas Carol for the first time.

Oh, I had heard of Ebeneezer Scrooge before. Captain Kangaroo had acted out a song about “the man who hated Christmas.” My father had grumbled about holiday duties at school with a “Bah! Humbug!” and my mother had called him an “old Scrooge.”

And when I read the book, he was right there: tight-fisted, unfair to poor Bob Cratchit, and alone and miserable on Christmas Eve.

But then, something wonderful happened.

He was humbled, turned to remembrance of his past blessings and past sins, and saw the error of the path he had taken.

And when he awoke on Christmas morning, to realize he had been snatched from the doom his life deserved, he was full of gratitude, charity, and the joyful sense of rebirth.

Even as an eight year old girl, I realized that Scrooge had gotten a bum rap.

Scrooge was NOT the miser, spoiling everyone’s Christmas fun. He was not the man who hated Christmas. He was the man who “kept Christmas” better than any other.

 Why I want to be a Scrooge

I never fail to re-read this story at Christmastime, and watch several of my favorite versions, including the wonderful 1970 musical Scrooge, and the classic Alistair Sim movie from the 30s, and a particular favorite from my childhood, Mr. Magoo’s Christmas Carol.

And this year, of all the years, I hope I remember my blessings, and how I have been snatched from a rebellious doom, and given a Life I could never deserve.

May I, as Scrooge, live in joy, expressing charity and love in gratitude for the most holy gift of Christ and Christmas.

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