I am not the only one who thinks retail establishments who begin playing Christmas carols the day (before, of, after) Thanksgiving are reasonable targets for arson. The aggregate effect of all this holiday singing, however, produced a really unexpected result in my family.
Shopping, ugh.
I hate shopping in crowds.
As one who prides herself as being a professional shopper, this season I absolutely have been without motivation to shop for anything. Maybe it was all the Amazon reviews I wrote for the 2011 award-winning toys. Maybe it was the circumstances which lead me away from my normal planning. Maybe it was the general lack of suitable retail options this year.
Whatever the virus, I have been stricken with a bad case of not wanting to shop…for anything. In what is likely to be a national catastrophe of epic proportions with global economic repercussions, I have not even bought one pair of shoes this month. For those close to me, this news will likely cause an intervention.
But, I digress…
Carols
Whilst doing the necessary shopping (crust of bread, glass of milk, butt wipe), my ears (and those of my progeny) were accosted with three versions of Jingle Bells before we could fully navigate the grocery. Little V was merrily massacring the lyrics as we left the bread counter. As we approached the cash register, I was stopped dead in my tracks.
Little Bear, holding my hand as we walked, tugged twice. I stopped to see if he was going to ambush a candy display we had passed in hopes of a sugar coma. Instead, he stood there, looking up at me with those wide, blue pools. When I made eye contact, he melodically intoned, “Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle.”
PDA
Hugs and kisses and effusive praise in the check out line. Don’t approve? Don’t look. If you don’t understand, educate yourself.
While the remainder of the evening held little from Little Bear, there was plenty from Little V, who happens to like Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
(Please join me in a moment of silent prayer she “likes” a different song in the near future.)
Taking the Show on the Road
Mind the volume…but never let it be silent.
In Momma’s truck you are prone to hearing music in the eclectic style reflected in her writing.
- Ramones
- The Eagles
- The Charlie Daniels Band
- Ozzy Osbourne
- Sade
- Jean-Michel Jarre
- Jim Croce
- Firehouse
- Bad Company
- 2 Unlimited
- Queen
- Gravity Kills
- Metallica
- Pink Floyd
- Golden Earring
- Are you getting the picture?
What you will not hear (except from the a cappella choir in the backseat) is Christmas carols. I admit having Christmas music, in the house, but not on my way to somewhere I have to listen to someone else’s favorite yuletide hits.
Dinner with a Song
In what could only be described as a masochistic moment, we ventured out into the retail world for a few finishing touches on the holiday shopping. Shoot me lest I do it again.
A song is worth a thousand words.
When we took a break for sustenance, Man Cub crawled in Bear’s lap.
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way.
Oh, what fun it is to ride.”
He may not have a one-horse, open sleigh, but it has to be the best carol I have ever heard.
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What was your best Christmas carol moment? What is your favorite carol?
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