(Can we please talk about how we used to have two TVs stacked on top of each other? What's that about??)
And even if that grown-up still runs around with crazy hair, no pants, and too many electronics. Wait, what? Who said no pants? I don't know what you're talking about...
Popples from SantaI may be dating myself here but one year for Christmas I desperately wanted Santa to bring me a popple. And that's 'desperately' in the 5-year old sense of the word which, if you've ever spent any time with a child, can be pretty freaking desperate. One of my most vivid memories of Christmas was when I got a popple. I woke up in the middle of the night on Christmas Eve because I needed to make a little tinkle. As I was about to get out of bed, I heard some noise out in the next room. The room where our Christmas tree was. Obviously I thought it was Santa so I froze. Part of me was tempted to sneak out and get a peak at the Big Guy but I was convinced that, if he caught me, I would instantly be added to the naughty list and I'd never get a popple.
I couldn't risk it so I forced myself to stay in bed until all was silent. When I was certain that not a creature was stirring not even a mouse, I tiptoed out of bed and made a bee line for the bathroom. A kid can only hold it for so long. But on my way back to bed... I saw it. There underneath our sweet little tree sat a white popple with bright yellow hair and a blue tummy. I was so freaking excited I almost screamed. Instead, I just stood there staring at it. After a while, I chilled the eff out and went back to bed, comforted by the thought that I finally -finally- had a popple.
What else is in the box?This memory is more of a bits-and-pieces memory, not quite as vivid as the popple but still pretty clear. Plus, my mom has retold the story about 5 bajillion times so that helps jog the ol' brain a bit. One year for Christmas, a sweet little box had my name on it. That sweet little box had a sweet little pair of earrings inside. After opening the box and announcing its contents, my mom asked if anything else was in the box. Excitedly, I yanked out the padding and shouted, "COTTON!!!" I was more excited about the cotton padding than I was about the earrings. Such a confused little child.
Christmas RecordsI love just about everything about Christmas but if there's one thing I'm picky about, it's my Christmas music. I really love the old school classic Christmas music. Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Bing Crosby, Ella Fitzgerald, with a little Johnny Cash and Elvis Presley thrown in for good measure. That kind of Christmas music warms my little heart. There are quite a few modern Christmas songs I like (A Very She & Him Christmas, anyone?) but I'm not really into the pop-y Christmas stuff. I'll take Ella over Mariah any day.
Last week, while listening to Christmas music and editing, I finally realized the reason for this musical preference. That type of music brings back warm fuzzy memories of being at my great-great-aunt's house. (Yes, that's two greats - she was my great-grandmother's sister!) She had this little beige/grey-colored portable record player and whenever we'd go visit during the holidays, she'd bring it out into the kitchen and play her old Christmas records - Dean Martin, Bing Crosby, all the old guys I like to listen to now. Funny how little things like that stay with you even into adulthood.
The littlest things make the best memories.
And with that, I have one of my fave little holiday videos to brighten up your day. PS - I think these guys were dippin' into the eggnog backstage...
What's one of your favorite Christmas memories?