Wink Wink Nod Nod

by Grandpa Bobby,  December, 2015


T’was the week before Christmas

and all through the town

there was such great planning

for the holiday coming ’round.


As the children dreamed

of the joys soon to come

the cell phones started ringing

and many plans came undone.


Dad’s boss called and said,

“Sorry my man, but you’re off to Nepal

the economy’s not good

we must stay on the ball.”


Then Mom’s went off too

with that ring tone like Star Wars

and before we knew it because of their jobs

they were gone to the airport in both their cars.


He to Nepal and she to St. Paul

He to arrange finance and she to repair

Dad knew all about money and currency while

Mom was a whiz at hardware and software care.


The children all worried

but Grandpa knew best

He had a great secret

he kept close to his chest.


With Dad in Nepal and Mom in St. Paul

Grandpa cooked waffles, eggs and sausages

drove kids to school, church, sports and all

and when they sneezed he gave lozenges.


As the children studied math and the alphabet

Grandpa dialed his phone

To the bosses in their offices

Asking when the parents could come home.


He told them that Santa had called

and his list wasn’t complete.

These busy parents had tried but

with their work couldn’t compete.


By the time they got home

the shelves and stores would be bare.

The ones who had made time

would have quickly shopped with care.


Princess Leah dolls and Han Solo guys

were no where to be found.

The Black Friday shoppers

had run them to ground.


Light sabers in tubes and storm troopers by dozens,

millennium falcons and even death stars,

were all bought pre-assembled

but for ones in pieces in boxes and jars


When it came to the kids of this Mom and Dad,

they weren’t worried about Christmas toys and such;

with St. Paul keeping Mommy and Dad in Nepal

they just wanted them home, little else mattered much.


For this week had taught them

that even with toys under the tree,

without Mom and Dad home

no Christmas would it be.


Then Grandpa winked at this story well told.

He knew what he had said to Mom and Dad’s bosses

he had reminded them of their own childhood losses.

As holiday kids with their dads off at wars for various causes.


So Grandpa conooddled and conspired

with the former lonely bosses and then  (pause)

they arranged matching flights

for these chickadees’ rooster and hen.


Dad from Nepal and Mom from St. Paul

would both land in Denver at nearly the same gate,

with a two hour layover to catch a flight home,

and this is what was so great


They didn’t know that lonely Grandpa

while off to his war so missed his soul mate

had arranged all this craziness

for their accidental dinner date.


When he knew the time was just right

for he had scheduled each jet to appear

he called them each and acted surprised

at this miraculous reunion of his sweet dears.


A few hours later with the kids in the car

they drove to the airport in Grandpa’s VW bug,

and with tears of relief and shouts of joy

greeted Mommy and Daddy with kisses and hugs


The suitcases they threw

on the rack over the bug

and all crammed inside

each warm and snug.


For inside the suitcases were thoughts of home

though they had been on opposite sides of the world.

There was a blue drum from Nepal bought by Dad

and from Mom a brown bear made in St. Paul


For bosses and grandpas and moms and dads all knew in their hearts

it wouldn’t be a holiday Christmas for long

Despite food on a table and presents galore

without family together joined in a song


About the baby and his parents in this two thousand year story

with a lamb in a barn and a bright star above all

guiding good wise men from distant places

to a manger in Bethlehem, so far from Nepal and St. Paul



Merry Christmas to you my dear ones!

Wink Wink Nod Nod



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