In the middle of Handbag Frenzy, I took a long moment to slow down and enjoy my kids and an old favorite, Santa Claus is Coming to Town. I'm sure they both have seen it before but neither remembered it. Aaron was suprised to see that it was created using "stop action photography", nothing in his world is made that way anymore, except for his "cousin's" cool home-made Lego movies. I was worried the boys would think the movie was lame, not enough action and excitement for the "in your face world" in which they live. Surprisingly, they both sat relatively still and watched the entire show and we had some good holiday-ish family time together.
Even though I've been a card carrying Scrooge for a number of years, I am officially excited to watch more of my favorite shows from the good ol' days with my kids. Oh, I love the Grinch, always have (the OLD one, NOT the dumb one with Jim Carrey - an american travesty!!!) and Rudolph is fun, I especially love Hermie who wants to be a Dentist. But my All Time Favorite Christmas show is The Year Without a Santa Claus. It's not as widely known as the others but it's awesome - a true "can't miss". I can sing along with every song, including the catchy "I'm Mr. Heat Miser". I'm sure it's incredibly annoying to be in the same room with me!
Now I'm wondering what happened to The Little Drummer Boy. Does anyone remember that one? I think it was a good one but it's been a hundred years since I've seen it. My husband was especially fond of the part where the Ox and Lamb keep time.
Could it by that my renewed affection for these old shows is a sign that my Scrooge-y ways are coming to an end? I have already realized that I am much happier this year because I have less shopping to do (I know what all the women on my list are getting!! I'll give you a hint, it starts with an "H"! No shopping required for all of those gifts!)
Maybe I'll even go caroleing this year! I'll start us off with an oldie but a goodie..."I'm Mr. Heat Miser, I'm Mr. Sun. I'm Mr. Green Christmas, I'm Mr. Hundred and One. Friends call me Heat Miser, whatever I touch starts to melt in my clutch. I'm too much!" Second verse, Everyone!