The real miracles of Christmas, according to me:
Miracle One: In thirty years of Christmas seasons, to the best of my knowledge, I have never seen either It’s A Wonderful Life or A Christmas Story. Never. Not once. I haven’t gone out of my way to avoid seeing them, but I certainly haven’t gone out of my way to attempt to see them, either. For one reason or another, it just hasn’t happened.
Miracle Two: That despite having no less than three different versions of “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” programmed into the in-store Muzak at work, resulting in my having to listen to that insipid song no less than 240 times over the past month (three times in a two-hour repeating block of music over eight hours, twelve times a day, 40 times a week, 240 times since Thanksgiving), not to mention being treated to innumerable different versions of every other Christmas song ever recorded every time I stepped out of the house since Thanksgiving, I still managed not to devolve into a gibbering psychopath and start randomly destroying speakers, PA systems, stereos, and random carolers whenever I passed them.
It was really, really, really tempting, though.
Mike – it is unnecessary to devolve into a state one already holds.
Love
Dad
Touché. ;)
Never seen ‘A Christmas Story?’ Unbelievable! That is Grumpy’s all-time favorite Xmas movie. What could be better than a 24-hour marathon of ACS on TNT Christmas day? Mrs. Grumpy was ready to scream every time she walked by the family room and saw Grumpy watching that movie. Of course, Mrs. Grumpy’s preference would have been watching football, but Grumpy kept a firm hold on the remote. Now that the marathon is over, Mrs. Grumpy has control of the tube, again.
Mike, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Grumpy enjoys your blog a lot.