Saturday was Jason's Day,
It was his birthday; he was four.
So he got special treatment,
Not having been this old before.
He was told, if he were good,
He could have anything he wished,
That is, any treat he wished to eat,
He could pick his favorite dish.
So the little boy chose ice cream,
For breakfast, lunch, and dinner,
His mom did not approve of this,
But Jason was the winner.
So, he ate three meals of ice cream,
Then more before he went to bed,
One last bite, and then, "Good night,
I love ice cream," he said.
Then Jason fell asleep,
The house was quiet and dark,
When his tummy started growling,
Jason wakened with a start.
Could the little guy be hungry?
That was pretty hard to believe,
But Jason tiptoed down the stairs,
In search of more ice cream.
He crept into the kitchen,
And imagine his surprise,
When he opened up the freezer door,
And saw before his eyes ...
The ice cream cones were dancing
All over the inside,
From shelf to shelf, each moved itself,
With a joy it could not hide.
Jason's little mouth flew open,
Such a sight he'd never seen,
Cones bobbing back and forth,
What a most delightful scene.
Chocolate and Strawberry cones
Danced well with one another,
Pistachio, though, danced alone,
While Vanilla sought out others.
He saw some Rainbow sherbet
Move and groove with rhythm, too,
And a healthy Mister Yogurt
Do a funny, neat soft-shoe.
Strange flavors picked odd partners,
Like chocolate chip and caramel bits,
Who pranced and danced so fast,
They got their bits and chips all mixed.
Jason stood there at the open door,
And watched so long, it seemed,
The next thing that he noticed
Were drips and drops of soft ice cream.
Like melted snow, the ice cream flowed,
It was a devastating sight,
Then the door got stuck and wouldn't close,
Though Jason pushed with all his might.
Ice cream streams flowed everywhere,
And made sticky puddles on the floor,
Jason watched in horror,
But could not shut the freezer door.
In panic, he raced up the stairs,
And crawled into his bed,
He cried and sobbed and carried on,
Almost wishing he were dead.
His mother in the other room
Was alert and on her toes,
And in an instant, she was there,
To hug her baby close.
"Mama, don't be mad at me,"
A tearful Jason cried,
"The cones were dancing all around,
They got hot and dripped outside.
"Hush, honey," his mama soothed,
"We'll go together down the stairs,
And see just what is happening,
And why my baby is so scared."
When they turned on the kitchen light,
Everything was right in place,
The freezer door was tightly closed,
With no ice cream upon its face.
"See, honey," said his mother,
You just had an awful dream,
I suspect that came from yesterday,
When you ate so much ice cream."
She hugged his little shoulders,
And kissed him on the head,
"Now, let's go back upstairs,
And I'll tuck you in your bed."
Jason now felt better,
And he s'posed his mom was right,
It must have been a dream he had
In the middle of the night.
"I love you, Mama," Jason said,
"I didn't mean to make you scared,"
But just then, he spied upon the floor,
Drops of melted ice cream there.
His mother didn't see them,
There were very, very small,
But Jason, closer to the floor,
Could see them one and all.
Jason never told his mom,
About those 'spooky' spots he'd seen,
He just knew from that moment on,
He'd not eat so much ice cream.
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright June 2003