It’s that time again.

I was thinking earlier that I wanted to blog something, but by the time I got to work, I drew a blank.

Then I saw Allison’s Christmas music post and “Oh yeah!  I remember!”

No matter how hard I try to put on the brakes and slow down the approach of the holidays and the end of this year (surely it’s still October, right?  Can I get an ay-mihn there?), the boy is piling cinder blocks on the accelerator of his private DeLorean.  Christmas (and his birthday, soon thereafter) clearly ain’t coming fast enough.  He’s shifting gears to a Full Blown Four-Alarm Holiday Emergency.

You can’t help but love that.

In addition to his Christmas-lights necklace (I still need to upload that pic), last night he delved into his small pile of 347,682 (plus or minus 100,000) Legos and built himself Santa.  And a snowman.  A penguin snowman.  Who gives people what they want.

“So what does Santa do?” I asked.

“He helps Santa.  He grants wishes, and gives people things they want.”

“So does he work for Santa in the workshop?”

“No, he works in the Penguin workshop.”

Ah.  So Santa’s subcontracting now.  Good plan.

So this weekend it’ll probably be time to haul out our six boxes and three or four huge-ass tubs of Christmas stuff and start ho-ho-ho-ing up the old ho-ho-homestead.  Dys will sing Eartha Kitt’s version of “Santa Baby” all sultry-like, we’ll burn a storebought log in the fireplace, and I’ll end the evening with a nip of bourbon.  And maybe toasting some slicers with my plasmids.  Yum.

So to get y’all into the spirit, I offer my personal favorite Christmas tune (as a suggested addition to your list, Allison).  Y’all enjoy.

Oh yeah, edited to add:  There’s also always Christmas in Hollis…

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10 Responses

  1. It’s funny, I just sent Todd an email yesterday titled “It’s that time of year again…” and the body said “…so don’t open any packages that arrive at our house that do not have your name on them. *giggle*

    What? No threats? 😀

    In our case, it’ll be easy – we’ll probably ship all our stuff straight to my parents’ house.

  2. My tree is up and the house is decorated, but I’m just not ready or in the mood yet.

    My friend is supposed to come over and watch Merry Christmas Charlie Brown with me soon. That will probably do it. When those little kids sing ‘Christmas Time Is Here’ it’s difficult for me not to catch the spirit.

    We used to decorate pretty heavily, but since we’re out of town for a whole week this year we probably won’t go too nuts. Besides, it gets expensive after a while.

  3. 1. Ay-mihn.

    2. We’re going to have the hap-hap-happiest holiday since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny Fuckin’ Kaye. And I didn’t even watch the video.

    3. That was one of those kid-stories that made me ever so briefly reconsider my decision to stay away from the little buggers. And then I remembered that all I had to do was read your blog in order for YOUR kid, which I did not have to give birth to or nurse and whose diapers I did not have to change, to warm my heart and make me smile.

    You warmed the cockles of my blackened old heart with the hap-hap-happiest quote.

    And yep, my kid is pretty awesome in general. I’m not the most kid-friendly person on earth, but he’s a good’un. And he sometimes has the ability to just crack me the hell up.

    The snowman really came out of left field, though. It was another one of those heartwarming things. But balance that with “DAD! Can you help wipe my butt?!?” He still comes out ahead, but anyways.

  4. Dammit Heather, now that song is in my head. I hate you.

    Listen to Porky again, that should do it. If not, how about Alvin and the Chipmunks? “Me, I want…a HOOOOOOOOOOOOLA HOOOOOOOOOOP!”

  5. Ay-mihn.

    Also, we’re being Grinches this year. No tree. No decorations. Just lobster and lots and lots of boooooooze.

    Ho ho ho.

    Now, if the grandbabies were still around it’d be different. We’d be decorating the crap outta everything. But with no little ones around, it kind of takes the fun out of the whole shebang.

    Crisitunity – YOU DON’T HATE MY HEATHER. BAD CRISITUNITY. NO COOKIE.

    I was pondering Grinchitude myself, and even proposed it to Dys – it’s a lot of effort to go to considering we’ll be gone so long, and last year we just plain ran out of time and basically did almost no decorating, and not having to un-decorate was pretty damned nice – but Dys was right to say that he’s 9, this is probably the most holiday-crazy he’ll ever be, and it’s just not fair. His little Christmas-crazy the last few days has sealed the deal for me.

    I don’t hate Heather, but I envy her record collection. >:)

  6. I don’t hate Heather either. I just hate Christmas music. A lot.

    Please don’t kill me, Laura, I didn’t mean it. Besides, I already had my cookie today! Ha-HA!

    See, that’s why Dave Matthews sings “Eat, Drink, and Be Merry, for tomorrow a fellow blogger may cross the continent, hunt you down, and deny you your delicious cookie for humorously insulting a blogger-friend.”

    Or something like that; hell, with Dave’s whiny voice, can YOU tell?

    Just kidding, Dave. I love ya. And yes, I destroyed all the photos from Midwinters 1992. I kept the t-shirt, though. What college student could resist a Jager-label parody t-shirt?

  7. I haven’t decide how I feel about Christams yet this year. My wife has Christmas music blaring through the house…don’t get me wrong I don’t have an issue with Bing Crosby or Andy Williams…but just not a Christmas album.

    I could make some cookies for you all…I have a special recipe that I haven’t used in 18 years!

    GeelemmethinkNO! 😀

  8. Ya’ll are just plain silly! 😀

    Who, me? I asked my son if I was silly, and he said “I don’t know.” If anybody knew, it’d be him.

  9. You got me with the Chipmunks. The Chipmunks had a Christmas TV special back in the 80’s about Alvin giving Tommy his golden harmonica. I used to listen to the record album sound recording of that special over and over again. Now I have it on CD, and I’m instilling the appreciation for Alvin and the Chipmunks in the imp. Does anybody remember Clive Crushcup (sp?) and the ‘spirit of Christmas’??

    Hmm, no, I don’t think I know that one…

  10. The song was hilarious! We have the tree up and a few decorations but not as much as usual as I can’t climb a ladder this year and the Hubby is refusing to do it. Love the kids stories. They are so sincere when they tell you something.

    As far as fewer decorations goes, it almost feels more appropriate to me – in this economic crisis, some people may believe in being more ornate to say “to hell with you, Mr. Recession!” but to me doing so would seem disrespectful to those who are having real problems this year.

    But no recession will ever stop me from singing Porky’s “Blue Christmas.” Or keep my son from looking at me like I’ve lost my mind.

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