At our house, we get excited for Christmas. I think Mom is the most excited, and it influences the rest of us. Today I have been reflecting upon the number one tell tale sign that Christmas is here.
Every Christmas Eve, Dad goes to the workshop (fondly referred to as “the museum”) to wrap presents. I have to say, Dad is the best male wrapper in our house. Josh prefers the “throw it in a bag with some tissue paper” method, while Matt prefers the “threaten to withhold little sister’s gift unless she wraps everyone’s gift but her own and then go with Josh’s method to wrap hers” method.
But Dad, he actually wraps things. And when he does, he sings. Loudly. With no radio. Actually, Dad’s singing is more like yelling, and he usually doesn’t remember the words. Example: “IN THE MEADOW WE CAN BUILD A SNOOOOWMAN! THEN Mmmmdhhhahhmfhshsh haaaaa! HE’LL SAY ARE YOU MARRIED, hhaaamammahaaahaha jmmmdfsdkjfjjfff! BUT YOU CAN DO THE JOB WHEN YOU’RE IN TOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!”
I experienced this event this morning. Ah yes, Christmas is here. I can’t wait.
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>You’re a goose.Also, merry Christmas.
>Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,In the lane, snow is glisteningA beautiful sight, we’re happy tonight,Walkin’ in a winter wonderland.Gone away is the blue bird,Here to stay is a new bird,He sings a love song as we go along,Walking in a winter wonderland.In the meadow we can build a snowmanAnd pretend that he is Parson BrownHe’ll ask “are you married?” we’ll say “no, man””But you can do the job while you’re in town”When it snows, ain’t it thrillingThough your nose gets a chillingWe frolic and play the Inuit way,Walking in a winter wonderlandIn the meadow we can build a snowmanAnd pretend that he’s a circus clownWe’ll have lots of fun with MR. SnowmanUntil the other kiddies knock him downlater on we’ll conspireAs we dream by the fireTo face unafraid the plans that we made,walking in a winter wonderland
>Have a great Christmas with your family! And blog about the quirky things that happen, they make me laugh.