Pampers and Pedestals - Mitchell's Magical Birthday
“Whispers of Mitchell's Birthday”
On the twelfth of December's cold embrace,
A child adorned in Pampers, soft with grace,
Where twelve speaks of completion's mystic sign,
Where fate and numbers perfectly align.
He stands—though small—like the statue in the mall,
A giant of innocence, hearing childhood's call,
His spirit oversized, beyond his tender years,
A marvel that silences all worldly fears.
The numerals dance—twelve, twelve, twelve again,
A cosmic rhythm, a celestial refrain,
Where birthday magic weaves its subtle spell,
And childhood's secrets only time will tell.
Behold young Mitchell, born when winter nears,
His Pampers bright, dispelling all his fears,
A beacon of wonder in the mall's cold light,
Where childhood's statue stands supremely bright.