1. Ok, so here’s the deal. My husband and I love Christmas music and all things festive. When it come to what style of holiday music we should listen to, however, Mike and I disagree big time. I like jazzy, instrumental, and for lack of a better term, “mountainy” type holiday music (no judgement please). Mike likes loud, intense sounding albums. Christmas is supposed to feel like a warm fuzzy blanket, and that includes the music. I don’t want chaotic, pop-y music while I’m snuggling under a blanket surrounded by twinkly lights. I don’t want to listen to a cappella groups that have so much going on they nearly give me a panic attack with their vocal acrobatics and key changes. I want to feel like I’m holidaying in some charming mountain village, complete with snow, a fireplace, and a strolling minstrel playing a dulcimer and singing traditional Christmas songs. Or maybe I want to feel like I’m sitting in a swanky, old timey jazz club with the lights low and the tables set for two. Is that too much to ask? I think not.
In case you need to know, a few of my favorite albums to listen to this time of year are (in no particular order): Irish Country Christmas by Craig Duncan, The Classic Christmas Album by Willie Nelson, Joy To The World by Pink Martini, Once Upon A Christmas by Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers, Solid Brass Christmas, Smoky Mountain Christmas, Jazzy Christmas Essentials by Ramsey Lewis, and of course – A Swingin’ Christmas by Tony Bennet. (All can be found on Spotify)
2. I read this article about not forcing your kids to share, because they basically don’t have the cognitive skills to understand the concept before 5. I don’t know if I buy this concept, or I just really like that idea of not even trying anymore. Please advise.
3. Oliver informed me the other day that “everybody has butts.” I couldn’t disagree with him.
4. I’m in the middle of making Christmas cookies as we speak. Sugar cookies hold a special place in my heart. And my hands. And my stomach. They are my one sweet weakness. I can pass on almost anything else, anything, that is, except the magical merriment that is sugar cookies. With frosting. And sprinkles. Because life is short. Eat the sugar cookies.
5. This Sunday is Christmas. I’M SO PSYCHED! Our kids are at some truly wonderful ages to soak up all their child-like glee of the season. I plan on eating it up with a spoon. I also plan on drinking a ton of coffee. (We always break out our airpot for occasions such as these because, um, it just makes good sense.) And I’m not ashamed to admit that I still get the biggest kick out of opening presents. I still
make require ask nicely that Mike fill a stocking for me. I mean, I love giving gifts, don’t get me wrong. But a stocking full of random trinkets and food? I’m alllll over that.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays and Glad Tidings to all you beautiful people out there. See ya on the other side of the Christmas tree.