Maggie's Day 316 of Discovering Love in Four Calling Birds on the Fourth Day of Christmas

Christmas is magical for me. It has been that way as far back as I can remember. As far back as the time I watched Santa through my bedroom window as he ran through the lawn and across Northeast Nineteenth Lane. I was four. Santa was big and real. He still is.

When I started this day bright and early I had no idea what Four Calling Birds looked like nor how to go about capturing them. I didn’t even know if they were found in these here parts. All I knew was that I was going to do my best and improvise when necessary.

Necessary came a whole sooner than I expected.

When I was younger my mother would refer to some one as “a bird”. I never really knew what she meant by that. Looking back I think it was a flighty individual she was referring to.

So, I took a deep inward search of the “birds” I knew and who I could call. Low and behold by six o’clock in the evening I had my Four Calling Birds and my beautiful Christmas smile brought about by the magic that only Christmas can bring.



A quick call from my roofer was the first calling bird. He wanted to confirm our appointment for tomorrow so that he could fix my roof at my house over on Grinstead Drive.

Whoa! I don’t have a roof that needs to be fixed nor do I live on Grinstead Drive but I sure did like the fact that that bird called because I wanted to know if he could come over and clean out my downspouts. He’ll be here in the morning.

Shortly after I hung up the phone I received a call from another bird wanting to get together for dinner. That second bird had me in stitches with her absentmindedness. I’ve come to discover that absentmindedness is a sign of genius. Because that bird is one heck of a genius and I am in total gratitude to share time with her. I learn so much when I do.

The third calling bird was my nephew. He wanted me to help him with his English assignment. So, tomorrow I’m going to instruct him how to paint an island. I don’t know how painting an island has to do with English unless of course we make the thing out of ABC’s, but that’s what we’re doing. I am thankful to be a part of such a bird-like experience.

The fourth and final calling bird was my mother. I love her dearly, but she is indeed a bird. I was thankful I was able to help her out and get her on a successful course for a task she needs to complete. I gave here a few names and their corresponding numbers and asked her please to stay off the Internet.

A place like the Internet can cause big trouble for someone like my mother. I was thankful she called so I could head her in the right direction instead of doing personal business with unknown advertisers from the World Wide Web. Oh my!

Then, in the still of the night as though I were a mouse darting around the streets I made my way up to Flanigan’s for a couple of Bourbon beverages with my friend Michael.

How sweet it was to discover love in my Four Calling Birds today on this magical fourth day of Christmas. Sweet Dreams to you and all those who call out to you! Maggie ã


How did you discover love today?

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