I love Christmas songs.
Jingle Bells, Winter Wonderland, chestnuts roasting, nothing stirring…
I haven’t had a Christmas tree in years but I recall the glittery twinkly tinsely wonder I had at the Christmas tree we put up when I was a kid.
A REAL tree.
With REAL tinsel (almost like aluminum foil) that mom saved (neatly) year after year.
Dad would buy a Silver Tip tree from some corner lot and out would come the multi-colored miniature lights and the fragile glass ornaments.
Now that I think about it, we didn’t have much money but dad would buy this pricey real tree and I’m not sure how he managed it.
Christmas was great for me. Mom loved dressing me up which was part fun and part torture. The fun part was knowing I looked just adorable in my little velvet dress, white tights and black patent Mary Janes.
The torture was the endless photos of me being told to look adorable.
I’d really load up during Christmas – I got lots of cash in those little red envelopes as well as toys and of course the less favored clothing.
What I didn’t like was getting Barbie. She seemed very odd to me. So of course I bended her every whichway. I was more of a stuffed animal person, heavy on the stuffed rabbits.
I would count up the presents and I’d have over 20!! Nothing like having a gazillion relatives, doting grandparents and the adorable thing going on.
Don’t let kids fool you – they know dang well when they are adorable, especially the girls. I was a much better flirt then than I am now.
I was more of a kid during Christmas than at any time of year – I got more attention, I had more wonder and more hope that good things were coming. The aftermath of saving the wrapping paper and the tinsel and carefully storing everything wasn’t so much fun but wearing my Dr. Dentons and skidding around the hardwood floors in those footed PJs…total kidshtuff!
Christmas songs make me smile.
So my collection of Christmas music is out and you know what that means …
Podcast alert!!
Are you ready for a sing-along?? A little Christmas caroling?
It’s been a while since I’ve uh, sung so whaddya think?
Any requests?
Or maybe you’re thinking …
“Please…no singing…I promise I’ll be good…”
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