The Gingerbread Boy

This is written for my nephew, I, with love…

“The Gingerbread Boy” by Jill Ocone (Copyright 2016)

img_1366aThe Gingerbread Boy

Wearing his pointed hat of red,

His favorite,

Waited with all of the other children

As the crowd counted down

From five with delight,

Then the lights came alive

As the star shined brightly

From atop the town Christmas tree on Main Street.

 

The Gingerbread Boy

Received a red balloon,

His favorite…

He held onto its ribbon

As it danced in the air

While the band played “Let It Snow”

With snowflakes swirling in the light shining

From the town Christmas tree on Main Street.

 

The Gingerbread Boy

Climbed into the red carriage,

His favorite,

The clip clop

Of the horse’s feet

And the jingle jangle

From its bridle of bells

Rang out as the horse turned about

Near the town Christmas tree on Main Street.

 

Suddenly the sirens screamed

As the parade of red firetrucks,

His favorite,

Decorated in lights

Arrived to deliver

Their Christmas cargo

Who dismounted from his ladder perch

Next to the town Christmas tree on Main Street.

 

He belted a joyful “Ho Ho Ho”

The big man in red,

His favorite…

Then the Gingerbread Boy

Through his twinkley eyes

Watched in wonder

As he winked while welcoming him.

The magic was real and

The Gingerbread Boy believed

That night

By the town Christmas tree on Main Street.

The Firefly at the Baseball Game – For H

I went to a Yankees game in August with my brother, my sister, my two nephews (5 and 2 years old), and two family friends. It was Star Wars night, and what a night! It was the boys’ first Yankees game, and they got to see the “real” Darth Vadar, Chewbacca, R2D2, Boba Fett (and yes, he was the REAL Boba Fett in my eyes and I was on Cloud Nine), and lots of other characters. We also witnessed a Yankees Grand Slam by Starlin Castro in their victory over the Indians. It was an all around wonderful night, one of the best nights of my life.

We were in our seats early to see the parade of characters on the field, then shortly after, the game began as the sun descended into dusk.

The 5-year-old, H, said to me, “Look at that firefly. He’s going towards the lights.” and he pointed to a buggy that was flying around.

I replied that I bet that firefly had a lot of stories to tell, living here at Yankee Stadium…and that got me thinking.

This is written for you, H., with love.

 

“The Firefly at the Baseball Game” by Jill Ocone (Copyright 2016)

A firefly named Sly lives up in the sky,  

The lights are his stadium home.  

He wakes at sun break then a tour he will take.

He will fly and he’ll spy and he’ll roam.

Over the field, his journey will yield

Green grass and the dugout and more…

The bases, the races, and all sorts of places

Will be full of the players at four.

Sly dives as he flies as the baseballs and guys

Begin to appear in the air…

The cracks of the bats and the blue baseball hats,

The strikes and the fouls and the fairs.

The outs and the bouts and the fans do they shout!

And Sly joins the crowd’s standing wave.

He’s bright as he lights and he loves all these sights…

The legends, the rookies, the brave.

Sly swirls as he twirls as the balls also whirl,

Whizz by and are hit oh so far.

Sly cheers as he steers from the bleachers…he’s clear…

Another home run by the star.

Sly flies as he dives in his own special guise

We won! We did it! Oh, yay!

Sly rests in his nest and watches the guests

And the players go home for the day.

It’s soon by the moon our friend Sly he will swoon,

He’ll dream that he’s one of the guys…

Running the bases, and walking the places,

His own home run up in the sky.

 

 

 

“Sea” The 7 Sweetest Words I Will Ever Hear

“Will you play with me Auntie Jill?”

Every time I hear those 7 sweet words from my 4-year-old nephew H, my heart melts.

It brings back memories of when my niece and nephew on my husband’s side used to ask the same thing, years ago.  In my mind it was only last week, but in reality, there were two zeros in the year.  Now, both of their ages are double digits, and “play” has turned into hanging out, talking, gaming on the iPad, going places, and laughing, which is so much fun and makes for some of my favorite memories.  Definitely time well spent.

But there’s that childhood innocence in the word “play.”

And H still has it.

One of H’s characteristics that I have always admired the most is his love of play.  Toys, action figures, puzzles, books, cars, Legos…in today’s technology-saturated world, he would much rather use his imagination and play with one of his father’s (my brother’s) old robots, rescue cars or original Star Wars figures.  Playthings are strewn about, everywhere, and I would bet he has played with them all at some point in any given week.  H’s little brother studies his example and is beginning to explore the toys with his own curiosity, but watching H and his imagination is a true delight.

And I am so thankful when he says those sweetest 7 words and wants to include me in his 4-year-old world.

My answer when H asks me to play with him is…

YES.

Yes, H. I will play with you, for as long as you let me.  What would you like to play today?

Until next time,

Auntie Jill

Readers, what is a favorite memory with a young person in your life?  Share if you’d like in the comments.

 

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