25 Days of Christmas Blogging
I love Christmas songs. ALL songs. Well almost. I hate, hate, HATE the Christmas Shoes song. It makes me want to impale myself on a pitchfork.
I love different versions of the same song: Nat King Cole, Sinatra, Elvis, Springsteen. (Nothing gets me ready to rock like Bruce's rendition of Santa Claus Is Coming To Town.)
I admit, I have been listening to Christmas music before Thanksgiving. I usually try to hold out until at least I'm well into my turkey coma and the trauma of tugging on bird wieners is far behind me, but this year I just couldn't wait.
It makes me so dern happy, you guys.
It occurred to me the other day that I had yet to hear one of my favorite Christmas songs:
ALVIN AND THE CHIPMUNKS HULA HOOP CHRISTMAS SONG!
'Tis not the Christmas season without this song. So I YouTubed it and played it. And again. And again. And lather, rinse, repeat.
Naturally, this song was stuck in my head for-freaking-ever. The next day, I was walking to my car, and, forgetting that I was no longer in the comfort of my padded wall home, I began singing. Like the chipmunks. In a loud, high-pitched, squeaky voice. The loud, high-pitched, squeaky voice that makes my dogs hide under the table. Only this time, my dogs weren't there. Because I was about town. As in, in public. With other people around.
This explains so much. So. Much.
P.S. To all those who participated in the blogger ornament exchange, I am going to host a link-up on Sunday. Hopefully you all will have received your ornaments by then. If not, have no fear! The linky will be open for several days.