It looks like I'm off the hook as far as the whole dreaming-of-a-nog-induced-coma is concerned. Turns out that "riotous drinking" near Christmastime, so long as is accompanied by singing, is perfectly within the bounds of holiday decorum.
At least it seams that way to me. I figure if there's a whole song about it, and they teach said song to small children, then it must be okay. Right?
Oh well. I tried.
Anyhow, there IS a good deal of singing going on down at the Blue Yonder ranch.
It's been just under a year since fiddle and guitar lessons began, and dang if they haven't made this mama's holiday bright. Some serious holiday music-making has just poured out joy all over the place.
Really now, what could be sweeter than a squeaky rendition of Silent Night, wrought by two of the dearest hands in the whole wide world… a child's?
And don't even get me started on Away in a Manger.
Spunky boy child #3 has weighed in with something he calls Jingle Bells, even though it sounds more like Banging Gongs.
In any case, it's right cute.
My guys are practicing diligently for a performance on "Christmas Eve Eve" for all four grandparents.
Add to that their crafting of special commemorative ornaments, writing up the program, memorizing recitations and ripping through my magazines in search of "the perfectest appetizers and desserts" to make for the occassion and yes, I'm kinda feeling merry after all.
So, if you've been, like me, in a slump and having a hard time finding your Christmas good cheer, gather up some kids and sing The 12 Days of Christmas, at the top of your lungs. Be sure you do it with all the goofy voices that you can muster. It's guaranteed to give you the giggles, with or without the wassail.