Today I turned on the holiday music.  Normally we have 30+ seasonally appropriate cds in rotation in our stereo, but the full Holidaying of the Abode has not commenced (i.e. I’m still trying to untangle some gingerbread people garland from the one box I cracked open, and dang it if I’m opening another without having closure!).  So I turned on the two stations that play Christmas Music Til Your Ears Bleed Candy Cane Stripped Blood.

And the boys would have none of it.  Elmo and the Orchestra was the request, followed by some generic kids cd with The Wheels on the Bus, because Abe *loves* the wheels and sings it constantly, but only the last words, so it sounds as follows:

Rou

Rou

Rou

Rou

Taugh

Beep

Beep

Beep

Beep

Taugh

UpDow

UpDow

UpDow

UpDow

Taugh

You get the picture.

One of my goals as a parent is to impart the love, the excitement, the utter absolute need to listen to one holiday album each year, to feel incomplete without the melodic, culturally-relevant, lyrically-genius, melodically-classical symphonic masterpiece of:

Bing Crosby’s “Merry Christmas”

NOT “White Christmas”, mind you:  that pales in comparison to the compilation of songs carefully crafted and chosen for this album.

I love the movie “White Christmas”:  the dancing, the singing, the fake snow.  NOT the modern art piece:  thooey.  But the dresses:  oh, the dresses.  And the happy world where people come to salute their former general who’s down and out in a ski resort without snow:  now THAT’s the holiday spirit. 

Actually, I find it a most excellent means of wrapping gifts:  makes those corners and that tape awful snappy.

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