Christmas traditions

As an absolute Christmas Nut, I find it hard not to jamb Christmas and everything associated with it down my families throats. No excuses, that is just what makes me happy. I realize others don't have my zeal and find it hard to change the TV channel from a Christmas theme of good will and best wishes to some show the kidletts have seen more than 50 times about a "dragon fly band parade" or something like that. Though these shows have decent enough themes, the monotony they pose is that they are year round compared to the four week Christmas blitz. MHM does enjoy Max and Ruby, a somewhat innocuous show with its roots in the 40's and 50's with easy listening music and messages that still seem gender specific.

Part of my childhood memories recall taking naps under the Christmas tree, staring up at the shadow of false pine bows from the lights on the wall and ceiling and peacefully drifting off to sleep. One huge part of Christmas for me was the listening to "Scrooge" from a recording my mom got back in the late 40's. It is the best theatrical recording with lots of staged sounds and dramatic music.

As tradition for as many years as I can possibly remember, this year we ate our Christmas feast, let the kidletts run amok for a bit then corralled everyone into the living room, dimmed the lights and turned on Scrooge. The kids did seem to understand somewhat that the group gathered was trying to listen to the story but were understandably more interested in anything else. MHM was listening to the recording though because after the second stave, he picked up on the fact that it had something to do with ghosts. One of the Max and Ruby shows around Halloween had an episode with a Ghost Bunny scaring he and his sister that of course turned out to be Grandma Bunny who apparently is the parental figure in the series. Well, anyway, MHM picked up on the dire mood of Scrooge and decided he needed to warn everyone in the room about Ghost Bunny. He would toddle through the living room strewn with bodies lying on the floor or slouched in chairs telling every there was a "Ghost Bunny" on the loose. GPa did once he understood get a kick out of it and everyone quietly giggled so as not to interrupt any ones enjoyment of this holiday tradition.

Though it seems to change a bit each year, I am so happy that it is still possible to have this on going memory maker.

Merry Christmas!