DAY 170 – merry christmas from dave and me
I’m going to start believing in Santa again.
Now don’t go thinking I’ve lost it or anything (yet), but I kinda miss the magic of it all. Sometimes being an adult is just too predictable.
I remember Christmas mornings when I was a little kid took forever to arrive. My brothers and sisters and I would…
…run laps around the house, hyped up on eggnog and chocolate, begging mom and dad to wake us up this year when Santa arrived. We’d stand in front of the wood stove and watch the reflection of the Christmas lights while we warmed our hands and feet so we could go run around some more. We were giddy with excitement for the whole month of December in anticipation of the big day. It was magical.
Mom would play the same Bing Crosby Christmas record year after year, and she’d steal away to the back room for awhile with scissors and scotch tape hoping we wouldn’t notice the mysteriously empty rolls of wrapping paper. Finally, she’d emerge and make us all settle down long enough to call Grandma and sing one of the carols of Bing’s record.
Each year it gets harder and harder to get into the Christmas spirit. I don’t know if I’m jaded with the world these days or just caught up in extra shopping mall foot traffic at Macy’s. Either way, my apartment decorations are sparse and the rest of the family is 1,000 miles away. I’m going home but the buildup to Christmas Eve isn’t there. And when I finally get back home, the house looks a lot smaller than it used to.
But I still love Christmas. Only I know what to expect. And it sucks having to buy your own eggnog.
So Santa, this year I want a GPS. And a pony.
In the spirit of holiday cheer, I want to pass on a little gift from my friend Dave Barnes. I’ve been listening to a lot of his music since we played next door to one another last month. (Read all about it)
Dave’s got some great stuff. Besides being a very talented songwriter, the kid is hilarious, and I just had to pass this on. So without any further ado, here’s a little of the Christmas magic back from my new friend Dave.
“Police never die.” That’s classic. Merry Christmas y’all.