Driving in to work today I found myself singing Christmas Carols. Or a Christmas Carol, well a line of a Christmas Carol, and if I’m not mistaken it was “come let us adore him.” My kids were being exceptionally quiet which is unusual. Normally they bicker and generally make the fifteen minutes into town pure hell. They didn’t even ask me to stop singing, which was also unusual. I wonder if they are coming down with a bug. Or perhaps it’s the before Christmas attempt to seem like angels in order to get more presents. I’m not sure.
Anyhow, the singing got me thinking about how enjoyable it is to sing Christmas Carols even though I’m not particularly religious, and I said as much to the kids. The number two twin piped up and said in all sincerity “They’re wicked catchy.” How I love that boy.
For those of you who may not know the word wicked has been in use in Vermont for a very long time. Old timers use it extensively. It was hilarious coming out of my fourteen-year-old son’s mouth.
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Don’t forget the cracking knuckles, farting (boys), insults, disparaging remarks and sarcasm. It’s lovely, isn’t it.
I’m not terribly religious either, but I love Christmas music. A friend gave me Michael Buble’s (can’t do the accent over the E) CD titled Christmas. I even played it this morning while having breakfast. It starts out with, It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Very cheerful.
Oh Robena, that sounds good. I love cheerful Christmas music.
Spoken like a true New Englander.
p.s. I have that same car ride. Bicker, poke, yell, tell mom to stop singing, repeat. I feel for ya.