She came through her apartment door soaking wet and shivering from her head to her toes. She started sneezing and worrying that the sudden downpour that drenched her entire body would make her sick. She did not want to catch a cold. Her only thought at that moment was to shed the wet clothes, wrapped herself in a toasty warm blanket and curled-up on the coach sipping a cup of steaming chamomile tea with a shot of rum stirred in. She savored the thought knowing the combined mixture would surely warm her innards and happily take her on a peaceful journey through the beautiful flowery garden of dreamland.
As she sipped the delicious brew, peacefulness overcame her and she started drifting-off to sleep. She felt herself floating and thinking of the little poem she learnt in kindergarten when she was a mere five year’s old – fifty-three years past.
Walking through dreamland’s beautiful garden, she saw a group of little girls laughing, singing and playing. A few she recognized, whom she used to play with as a child -- others she did not. They were all singing the Teapot song as they played the Teapot game. She was once again a little girl; she happily joined the group in their singing and playing. She was having a wonderful time.
Then she heard a voice that seemed to be coming from far away, “Grandma! grandma! Wake-up! You are singing in your sleep, grandma!” Slowly her eyes opened and focused on the smiling face of her granddaughter, Chance. Chance was spending the summer with her grandma, Hope. She had spent a part of the day at the Mall with friends and just returned, all excited to show her grandma the beautiful things she bought. Now wide-awake, Grandma Hope told Chance about the dream and how she was having such a grand time. In her wakened state, Grandma Hope was anxious to play the Teapot game again, so she hopped off the couch and started singing the Teapot song. Chance joined in because she, too, had learnt the song in kindergarten. With excitement in their voices and laughing out loud, together they sang the Teapot song and played the Teapot game … several times:
I am a little teapot short and stout
Here is my handle, here is my spout
[Left hand on hip -- right hand stretched out]
When I get all steamed up – hear me shout
Just tip me over and pour me out!
[Lean over with right hand stretched out - fingers pointing down]
For the rest of the day, Grandma Hope could be heard humming the Teapot Song, and remembering her happy childhood days.
As she sipped the delicious brew, peacefulness overcame her and she started drifting-off to sleep. She felt herself floating and thinking of the little poem she learnt in kindergarten when she was a mere five year’s old – fifty-three years past.
Walking through dreamland’s beautiful garden, she saw a group of little girls laughing, singing and playing. A few she recognized, whom she used to play with as a child -- others she did not. They were all singing the Teapot song as they played the Teapot game. She was once again a little girl; she happily joined the group in their singing and playing. She was having a wonderful time.
Then she heard a voice that seemed to be coming from far away, “Grandma! grandma! Wake-up! You are singing in your sleep, grandma!” Slowly her eyes opened and focused on the smiling face of her granddaughter, Chance. Chance was spending the summer with her grandma, Hope. She had spent a part of the day at the Mall with friends and just returned, all excited to show her grandma the beautiful things she bought. Now wide-awake, Grandma Hope told Chance about the dream and how she was having such a grand time. In her wakened state, Grandma Hope was anxious to play the Teapot game again, so she hopped off the couch and started singing the Teapot song. Chance joined in because she, too, had learnt the song in kindergarten. With excitement in their voices and laughing out loud, together they sang the Teapot song and played the Teapot game … several times:
I am a little teapot short and stout
Here is my handle, here is my spout
[Left hand on hip -- right hand stretched out]
When I get all steamed up – hear me shout
Just tip me over and pour me out!
[Lean over with right hand stretched out - fingers pointing down]
For the rest of the day, Grandma Hope could be heard humming the Teapot Song, and remembering her happy childhood days.
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