I think I'm trying too hard to force my family into having a delightful festive season.
Unwrapping Christmas ornaments to put on the tree the other day, I exclaimed: 'Look at this decoration from years ago. Do you remember when we got this one? Doesn't it bring back memories?'
'Um, not really,' my husband said.
'Never seen that one before,' my son chimed in.
I grabbed another thing from the box. 'What about this one?' I said, holding it up. 'Don't those happy Christmases from years past coming flooding back?'
They both shook their heads. 'I just can't place it,' my husband muttered.
I put my Ipod on its speakers and started playing my favourite cheesy Christmas music -- 'Christmas on the Ponderosa' (I heartily recommend this CD to any of you who grew up watching Bonanza re-runs.)
As I continued to decorate the tree, I noticed my son quietly fast forwarding all the songs until we were suddenly on the last track where Ben Cartwright has a soliquoy and wishes the entire world a merry Christmas.
'You don't like 'Christmas on the Ponderosa'?' I asked, incredulous.
'No, I don't,' Mikey admitted.
Note to self: Let your family members enjoy Christmas in their own way. Stop trying so hard.
3 comments:
Ah, please tell me you had a solemn moment of thought about the missing family member.
Who probably would remember all these ornaments.
Who would listen to Christmas on the Ponderosa with you.
Who would decorate the tree with reckless abandon.
In short, hun, you need a girl there. :D
I do need a girl with me, who appreciates Bonanza CDs. I even made a picture ornament of the hamsters and hung it on the tree last night, but do you think those guys cared about my effort?
And here I am, in the land of our birth, looking outside at a blizzard that is blanketing the East Coast, wishing I could hear Slade! Ah, we always wish for what we don't have! (Happy Xmas, Elizabeth!)
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