Fellow carbon-based units,
I bid you greetings and goodwill.
I will share with you a poem that my mother gave me when my first child was born. I carried it in my wallet for decades.
What shall you give to one small boy?
A glamorous game, a tinseled toy,
A Barlow knife, a puzzle pack,
A train that runs on a curving track?
A picture book, a real live pet –
No, there’s plenty of time for such things yet.
Give him a day for his very own –
Just one small boy and his dad alone.
A walk in the woods, a romp in the park,
A fishing trip from dawn to dark,
Give the gift that only you can –
The companionship of his Old Man.
Games are outgrown, and toys decay –
But he’ll never forget if you give him a day.
Happy holidays!
To be a great conversationalist, ask questions and listen. Repeat.
“Be curious, not judgemental” - Walt Whittman
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