So, let's start right in with the Christmas carols. Since I'm 29, that's right, I'm enjoying the last year of my 20s. Wow, I can't believe it. I digress, as I usually do when I write these things. Anyway, since I'm a mature adult, I have long since taken forgranted the lyrics to the Christmas carols we sing every year. Now I have a four year old who is very interested in learning the lyrics and I want to teach them to her. I want you to stop and think for a minute about the verbage in these songs and how antiquated or foreign it sounds to a four year old in this day and age.
Start with a simple song, "Jingle Bells"
Dashing through the snow (okay, that's not bad other than we live in Arizona, but she still knows what snow is although she doesn't think it's fair that I can't make it snow down here.)
In a one horse open sleigh
Over the hills we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on bobtails ring WAIT, what? What's a bobtail? I'm assuming here the author is discussing the bells put on the horse's tail although I'm not an equestrian, is "bobtail" a correct term for the horse's tail?
Making spirit's bright
what fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight!
Overall, not too bad of a song, let's move on to "Deck the Halls"
Deck the Halls with boughs of holly. Problem--I know what a bough is, but it's not a word I ever, ever use in conversation with her.
'Tis the season to be jolly
Don we now our gay apparel. Okay for this generation that phrase right there could take on a whole different meaning than during the writer's time don't you think?
Troll the ancient yuletide carol. I'm not gonna lie, I don't even know what this means, but I don't think it has anything to do with an ugly creature that scares small children.
See the blazing Yule before us. What the heck is this yule junk he keeps mentioning?
(Yule: Christmas, or Christmas season) Don't act like you knew that one either. So, since there were definitely not any Christmas lights then, is this a pyromaniac's song or what?
There's more, but I think that I've made my point with this song.
Okay, I had to get that out. Most of the songs aren't too bad, but the language is definitely old school.
Now, moving onto Christmas trees and Christmas Cheer. We decorated our tree last week. Well, Ryanna and I decorated it and Owen tried to systematically remove as many of the ornaments as he could reach. It didn't help our cause that the ornaments are shaped like balls either. As soon as he tore it off the tree, he launched it across the room. He also put the really little ones in his mouth (see picture). Good thing these suckers are made of plastic 'cause I can't tell you how many times a day now I start thinking, "Owen is playing so quietly and it's so wonderful that he's reached this stage," only to slowly realize that he is playing quietly because he's being NAUGHTY!!!
Do boys come programmed to think that the word "no" means that you are playing some sort of tag or keep away or is this just a second child syndrome? Instead of crying or looking guilty, he puts on his beautiful, dimpled grin and I have to start to giggle and it's really hard to discipline him. Plus, he's getting to be a pretty quick runner. I blame all of these characteristics on his dad because I was very obedient as a child (the fact I had no siblings to fight with is insignificant).
Owen fell asleep later after all of his mischief and I put his in his new sleeping bag by the tree. It was so cute!
While we put up the tree, I played Christmas music. It was also overcast and rainy here, as close to "snowy" as you're gonna get. It really did feel like Christmas. Plus, since it was gloomy outside, we could immediately plug in our tree and see the pretty lights. Not all of them 'cause two of my strands don't work and I don't know how to fix it and my hubby is too busy to deal with it, so with some strategic turning and placement of the tree, we just pretend. Santa isn't real, so why can't I pretend all my lights work?
Now, all I have to do is put on the necessary five pounds of weight from received goodies from others. So, I'm waiting...bring it on. Santa you ain't got nothin' on me!