Looky, looky, looky! I figured out how to change my banner to that new Christmasy poinsettia picture up there! I never change my banner pic, so this is rather a big deal for me. Clearly, I'm in the Christmas spirit. Last night, we all cuddled up, drank hot chocolate and watched The Polar Express. Happy, happy, joy, joy.
The Most Complex Venn Diagram Ever Created to Summarize a Steve Miller Song:
(Tangential comment: Willie Nelson is spelled wrong. This bothers me. Bill Hicks was best friends with one of my college boyfriends. Just saying.)
Yesterday I went to Target to do a little pre-Christmas stocking stuffer shopping. As I was pushing around my little cart, I kept crossing paths with a woman and her cute little daughter. The woman, who was clearly, because of her clothes, an Orthodox Jew, was doing her best to be patient with her little girl, who was about 4, and was gaily singing at the top of her lungs the entire time. What song was the little girl singing? Silent Night. Poor woman.
I'm seriously thinking of having Santa give Jude one of these guys...
It's an Elf Magic Boy. Check out the link. They come with a whole story of how to take care of your Elf, how to bring him to life with the enclosed Magic North Pole Snow, and a little bag that I guess you're supposed to put little presents in every night. Like a big, expensive, gimmicky Advent calendar. But still...it's pretty cute. I keep seeing these Elf on the Shelf things...
Which are also pretty cute. But I fear...Jude is already 8. How much longer is Santa gonna be happening? Yesterday, one of the nastier little boys at school told him that there was no Santa, that it was just the parents sneaking around. Jude told me he thought this was ridiculous, because why would Daddy and I sneak out on Christmas Eve after cooking that giant dinner to buy presents? I love his logic. I guess, if he's smart, he'll milk it for a few more years, even if he is no longer a believer. But he's such a painfully earnest child. He may not be able to handle the deceit. And it seems like the Elf Magic Boy would remain fun even after belief has stopped, but the Elf on the Shelf would not. What do y'all think?
And speaking of elves, I just remembered a true story I heard years ago, which I always loved. My friend, Kaaren, had some friends, a couple who were both musicians, who had a little boy, probably 5 or 6 at the time. The dad, being a kind of hipster musician type, constantly schooled the little boy in rock and roll - the kid knew his rock history. On Christmas morning, the little boy opened all his presents, and became particularly taken with a present which his mother had labeled "From the Elves". I can't remember what the present was, but the boy carried it around with him everywhere - just really loved it. Several days later, the little boy casually told his dad "Santa can talk to people in heaven, you know." "He can? How do you know that?" his dad asked. "Well, how else would he have known what Elvis wanted me to have for Christmas?" Yes, the boy had misread "Elves" and was certain that The King himself had sent him a Christmas gift from beyond the grave.
So in honor of that little boy, I will start my annual random Christmas carol posting with a little something from Mr. Elvis Presley. Definitely the sexiest Christmas song I know...
Alright everyone, sleigh ride over to Stacy's for more randomness.