Christmas Thoughts

At my Joe Job, they took the Christmas music away.  I wouldn’t mind if they took it away because it was offending somebody.  Instead they took it away for the same reason we can’t listen to a single radio station for more than an hour at a time, because half the office will bitch that it’s not what they want to listen to.  So the radio station gets switched, and an hour later the other half of the office is complaining about the same thing.

So I woke up early today and made a Christmas mix CD…

1. “It’s Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)” – U2
2. “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year” – Andy Williams
3. “Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer” – Gene Autrey
4. “Run Rudolph Run” – Bryan Adams
5. “Linus and Lucy” – Vince Guiribaldi Trio
6. “Happy Holidays/The Holiday Season” – Andy Williams
7. “Mele Kalikimaka” – Asylum Street Spankers
8. “Christmas in Hollis” – Run DMC
9. “Feliz Navidad” – The “Feliz Navidad” Guy
10. “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” – Asylum Street Spankers
11. “Do You Hear What I Hear?” – Andy Williams
12. “White Christmas” – Bing Crosby
13. “‘Zat you Santa Claus?” – Louis Armstrong
14. “Frosty the Snowman” – Berl Ives
15. “O Tennenbaum” – Vince Guiribaldi Trio
16. “Kay THompson’s Jingle Bells” – Andy Williams
17. “Silent Night” – Andy Williams
18. “The Christmas Song” – Asylum Street Spankers

So, yeah, I’m set.

My first memory of Christmas was when I was three or four.  I’m going to say four, which probably means I was five.  My brother Matt and I, like all kids in 1981, were big into Star Wars.  That was all we asked for at Christmas, Star Wars stuff.  We had nothing going into the holiday, so we were hoping to score big.

Christmas Eve, I had an anxiety attack.  I’ve always been a little high strung.  I started crying because I was too excited to get to sleep, and I was convinced Santa would pass us by if I was still awake come midnight.  Matt’s promise that, and I quote, “If you screw this up for me, I will kill you,” didn’t help matters a whole lot.  Luckily, my sister Sheryl calmed me down and convinced me Santa was cool like that.  Having nothing to fear, I fell asleep in just under three seconds.

The next morning, an intergalactic civil war had been loosed in out living room.  There was an X-Wing, a snow speeder, an AT-AT walker, and the Millenium frickin’ Falcon.  We had so many action figures they wouldn’t all fit in the Darth Vader’s head carrying case.  I don’t think Matt and I left the living room floor until we had to return to school a week later.

Nowadays, Halloween is my favorite holiday, but Christmas is still in the top two.  I still get excited, and I still get up extra early Christmas morning to open gifts.  Okay, so we can’t have a tree anymore because the pets find numerous ways to destroy it, but that spirit is still there.  I’m gonna have that spirit until the day I die.

Happy Holidays, everybody.  Take care of each other.