10 years ago, I was the customer service and marketing manager in the family print shop and Quinn and I celebrated our 10-year wedding anniversary with a delightful party at the Joslyn Art Museum and I wore a fabulous dress. I celebrated a breakthrough in my health and was in the few “perfect weight” years of my life. (Well, to be honest, I had one singular year of perfectly healthy weight. Ah well…but this post isn’t about my body
Set the scene: Marcus as a little boy and a car full of friends, driving through the fancier neighborhoods of town to look at Christmas lights and singing Christmas Carols. “Santa Claus is Coming to Town,” a perennial favorite, of course “Jingle Bells,” “Silent Night,” and several we only knew half the words to. Someone asks Marcus what songs his class would be singing in the upcoming Christmas Program.
“Please Love A Duck.” He said.
In which I rant about a few of our favorite Christmas TV tales and their isms. Also, I learned a new word.
Alright, let’s just get this out of the way: “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.” Yes, even as a child I was horrified. Horrified by Santa. What a jerk. He says, in words, actions and reactions, hide or change Rudolph, put him away, he is different and therefor to be hidden, changed or mocked. SANTA! But don’t worry kids because eventually