Some refer to January sixth as Little Christmas, The Epiphany, The Twelfth Day of Christmas, or the day the Three Wise Men finally arrived to gift Baby Jesus with gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
At The House on the Hill, I just call it my birthday.
Thank you to everyone who sent me Happy Birthday wishes and kept the alerts going off on my phone all days with texts and Facebook posts.
It was nice to be remembered on my special day!
I’d politely ask them to keep their camels off my lawn. Then I’d invite my guests inside, offer them Snapple, and wait politely until it was time for my gifts.
Hopefully, they wouldn’t bring me the same things they gave Baby Jesus. That was a different time, and the Son of God and I definitely have different tastes.
However, I fear that these three might not be the best at picking out Birthday presents.
Of course, if Mark, George, and Cube showed up at my door, I’d have no worries.
This is what I think the modern day Three Kings would give a Modern Philosopher Birthday Boy…
I don’t need that much, either. Just enough to pay off my mortgage, buy a nice car, and provide My Sweet Irish Girl with the kind of life she deserves.
Camels are strong beasts. I’m sure they could haul more than enough gold to make all my Birthday wishes come true.
Ironically, it is Hump Day…
I know hot dogs aren’t healthy for me, but it’s my Birthday and I feel like I’m going to live forever.
Since immortality would probably be way too stressful for me to handle, I’d be better off loading up on red hot dogs tonight, and lopping a century or two off my life expectancy.
It would be pretty awesome to bust out the grill, and cook those red dogs until they burst. The Three Wise Men would probably be starving after their long trek to Maine, so I’m going to assume they’d be down with this simple, but delicious Birthday Feast.
Look at my official Birthday Photo, taken earlier today. Does that look like a Modern Philosopher who is having a Birthday Blast?
No, it does not. Trust me.
Work is stressful, winter is annoying, and I miss Melissa very much.
A year’s supple of mirth would be the perfect gift for the Modern Philosopher, who has next to no happiness in his life at the moment.
Of course, today hasn’t been as bad as that photo depicts. After all, it is the Twelfth Day of Christmas, Modern Philosophers.
And on the Twelfth Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
I tried to use my words to express how much this meant to me, but I still don’t think I got across to her how much this moved me.
So even though my Sweetheart will not be here tonight, I have her cake to keep me company. Sure, it’s not as beautiful as Melissa, but it is quite easy on the eyes.
No, the Three Kings aren’t getting any!
Remember, you can wish me a Happy Birthday by following me on Pinterest…