Looking over the past week's posts I see it's been nothing but doom and gloom around here lately. So, I figure it's time to lighten the mood, and what better way than to focus on... Christmas.
They say a single snow flake can trigger an avalanche, and evidently a single Christmas tune can open the holiday floodgates.
We were running some errands over the weekend and the boyfriend was trying to find some music on the limited local stations when suddenly he came across "Santa Baby".
Now... I know there's been a recent trend of certain "adult contemporary, easy listening" stations throwing themselves over to non-stop Christmas music during the holidays, but in my experience they have the decency to wait until Thanksgiving. But that couldn't be the case here... it was only November 12th.
But sure enough, the next song up was "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas". Well, sure... OK... I will... IN SIX WEEKS. Sheesh.
But then I looked at the boyfriend and he had... that gleam.
The boyfriend goes Cuckoo for Christmas. Odd, because he was raised Jewish. Actually, that may be the cause; denied the Christmas orgy in his youth, he's now making up for lost time as an adult. Whatever the cause, before we moved to Bakersfield, Christmas was an over-the-top, extreme sport at our house.
Our first Christmas here, we were really still too shellshocked to do much of anything, and last Christmas we were packing to move. In our diminished circumstances, I wasn't sure we'd do anything this year. What's the point of putting up a Christmas tree if there isn't going to be anything under it?
When we got home, I needed to focus on two small jobs, one of which was the damn Snickerdoodle flyer (never have an 11 year-old as a client, trust me on this). The boyfriend said he'd focus on housework since the house had turned into something of a wreck. A couple of hours later I emerged from my office and noticed there was precious little housework getting done. Actually... none. And the boyfriend was nowhere to be found.
And then I heard a "thump" in the garage, and there he was, with ten years worth of Christmas crap all out of its boxes and pulled down from the rafters, ready to go.
Suffice it to say, no housework ended up getting done but the house is well on it's way to being festooned for the holidays... two weeks before Thanksgiving.
Looks like we're going to give Jim a run for the money this year.
