Birthday, A Treat

The birthday boy's actual day

  dawned the day after our family feast,

 so we gathered around that table again

for the best feast of all.

[It's not my birthday! Why do I get such tasty treats?!]

Then we had more time, 

 to chat,

to play.

Then, because a birthday isn't a birthday without some reminiscing of years gone by,

 Mom pulled out boxes of our childhood for us to dig through,

 full of things long forgotten,

perhaps even long longed-for.  [???]

Happy Birthday Davy-O!
Thanks for giving us a treat of a day!