About a week ago, my daughter (once again) found the pile of CDs I keep in my car (yes, CDs. Not an MP3 player - which I wouldn’t have a CLUE how to use in the car). And she quietly went through them, flipping from one to the other until she found THE CD. The one we played last year from November on. The one I THOUGHT I had put away out of the car.
Nope.
So as I’m sitting here trying to write a story, “Merry Christmas St. Nick” and a Goofy-version of “Rudolph” play in my head. It’s a Disney-based CD of Christmas tunes, complete with Donald’s nephews singing about all the toys they want for Christmas and Minnie and Mickey and the rest of the gang. And it’s not even October.
Oh, and at Costco last night I saw Christmas light displays.
I full on expect my kids to be asking to write letters to Santa before we even get their Halloween costumes picked out.
But as far as the tunes, I can’t resist. My 3-year-old daughter has started to memorize the words and it’s just adorable to hear her sing in the back seat. There’s one song, we call it a “lullaby,” that I sing in the car and she asked me yesterday, “Mommy, can I sing with you?” and then when it was done, “Mommy, can we do the lullaby song again? I like you to sing.”
Bam! The repeat button was hit and the singing continued. Better find other Christmas CDs in the house or my kids are going to like the Goofy version of songs better than the Ole’ Blue Eyes CD I love.
