Hark! We, my mom and I that is, do how we do! 'Cause you know the tree has gone up just in the St. Nick o' time ;) We simply couldn't have it any other way, though. On Monday while piddling around, my mom and I decided we had to do something since my sister is coming home (T-71 minutes!) for Christmas. We thought about buying a bunch of garland and stringing it around, but then we thought, "Tacky."
So we bought us a wee tree; one of those fiber optic ones that when you plug up it just glows and shimmers and twinkles all happily. And of course my mom does not run short of holiday knick-knacks and so our living room is now peppered with various nutcracker soldiers, poinsettias, angels, Santa's, mini sleighs and holiday cards and candles! It's a delightful little spread we've created, and I think it's sealed our Christmas moods ;)
Our favorite Christmas songs are either hummed or on repeat or - in some highly special cases - improvised for unsuspecting people's listening pleasure! Earlier today my mom had to express what she felt in her fingers, so she dusted off those soprano pipes for a little ditty ;) At first I was afraid (more like petrified), but then I was just infinitely tickled. And I could not even resist singing both Stevie Wonder's AND India.Arie's parts of The Christmas Song today in Hallmark much to some older people's delight.
NOTE: I also have this irresistible knack for singing JUST LIKE whoever it is that is singing (Stevie is a personal favorite; I can do him fairly well)! Sometimes it works and when it does not, thankfully my car windows are rolled up ;)
Hey. I just do what I can to spread the cheer, because in the hectic fray, all the rippin' and runnin' has taken it's toll on people. You've got women waving rolls of paper in busy aisles jousting passers-by, hollering out commands to lagging children and spouses; there are old people shuffling around who, were they not holding up modern progress, would otherwise be regarded as sweet and dear - instead they are eyed with beady pupils that say, "Outta my dat-blasted way, you foul ol' coots!" And then there are those hapless men, with mouths ajar wandering from aisle to aisle empty-handed looking like they must be trapped in snow globes, as there obviously is no escape...
And then there is me, irritated only when I have to stop. Ssstutter step. And stop again, "No, sorry. You go 'head ma'am."
"Oh no! You go. I wasn't watching where I was goin'," she smilespeaks in the voice of Blanche Devereaux.
And I think to myself, "No the hell you weren't," as I smile and my cheeks give rise to their best apple rounded sweetness.
Suddenly I find myself wondering, what would Jesus do in this moment? And because I am crazy, I think he would be like:
Go. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go.
Go Savior! It's my birthday. We gon' pahdee like it's my birthday. You gon' spend some money like it's my birthday Happy KwanzaaChristmasHan-nu-kah - It's my birthday!
You can fin' me on da cards, Swaddled up in garbs, look mommy, up in the sky Here come people passin' by To drop me some goods: gold, frankincense and myrrh They come by the star to celebrate my birth...
Let me tell you, right now at this one moment I am: simply. having. a WONderful Christmas time ;)
