Sunday, December 11, 2005

Santa Redux

We've been listening to the all-Christmas music station since Thanksgiving. Is that overkill? Let me put it this way -- I now have favorite LINES of Christmas carols, instead of just favorite carols.

Like this one: "Later we'll have some pumpkin pie and do some caroling." It just sounds so organized! I imagine the party is hosted by Bree from "Desperate Housewives."

Nutmeg reminded me of the true spirit of Xmas this afternoon. I asked her what she wanted Santa to bring her.

Her answer: "Bring me home."
Everybody now: "Aaaaaw."

When I pressed her on the subject, she just refused to get materialistic. She conceded that she would like Santa to give her "some songs." This is what happens when you deprive your child of television commercials. Actually, it reminds me of another friend, who happens to be Jewish but who figured he'd give his son the Santa Clause experience, since, let's face it, it's not exactly a religious thing. The little boy, about 4, told Santa shyly that he would like a candy cane for Christmas. Then, as he left Santa's lap, an elf handed him a candy cane. The kid was like, I believe! I believe!

"We are not daily beggars
Who beg from door to door,
But we are neighbor's children
Whom you have seen before."

Because obviously, our neighbors all have dementia and we have to tell them these things.

Another Nutmeg one-liner I have heretofore concealed from you: Last week we were eating some noodles in the park. In the frequent event that a noodle fell on the ground and Nutmeg tried to pick it up and eat it, we told her that that one was for the birds, and we tossed it to the gathering flock. She started purposely throwing food to the birds, having a merry old time.
The next morning, I gave her a piece of swiss cheese, and she spit it out onto our bed.
"That one for the birds," she said. "No pun intended."
OK, I fabricated the second part of that quote. A thorough internal investigation will proceed and will be fully published on this blog.

Finally: Nutmeg met Santa again last night, and this time she liked him. In fact, she tried several times to approach him when it was not her turn, she danced around in excitement, and she willingly climbed into his lap when the time came. I cannot explain this phenomenon. We didn't bring our camera, since Epu's company Christmas party never had Santa before and is generally not at all photoworthy. But some others photographed her, so as soon as I acquire a shot, I'll post it.

"Till he appeared, and the soul found its worth."

If anything would ever convert me, "O Holy Night" would do it. What a slam-dunk that one is. It doesn't hurt that every time I hear it, I remember when the lovely and talented Michelle sang it just for us on our wedding day, and how grand it felt to be a bride and have everyone stand for me.

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