A family Christmas story

Sorry, it's been so long since I've written anything new- busy time of year and all that. Since Christmas is primarily about family I thought I'd share a little story about mine. Now, as a general rule I don't blog much about friends, family, or co-workers. And the reason is, I think it rude to discuss personal interactions with the omniverse, at least without the expressed permission of those involved. Moreover, this is not a truly annonymous blog as many of you know. That having been said, I invoke the "Jackass" rule (from MTV's old Jackass show) that basically says parents are likely to forgive you, not matter what transgressions you make. The only other party possibly slandered in this post, is safely annonymous, and I'm sure stoic enough to enjoy the story for what it is.

Two weeks ago, I was pleased to receive a gift in the mail from an old high school friend. She had sent me a Christmas mix from her and her husband. Since I mostly listen to music at work, the CD went in my jacket pocket, and unfortunately it went unlistened to for most of the holiday season.

Fast forward to 2 days ago. The family (mom, dad, sister, grandma, and me) are driving to a party when my sister laments that we don't have Christmas music to listen to on the way. Brain flash! I happen to have a Christmas CD in my pocket! So in it goes. The first song on the CD is called "The Christians and the Pagans" which as far as I can tell is a folksie little tiddy about how the Christians decided to convert the pagans by hosting Christmas near the winter solstace, and singing about how one God or many, we're all cool people. It has choice lines such as "My mommy says your mommy's a witch". I can't say I got that 100% right because about 70 seconds into the song, my sister and I started cracking up laughing. The somewhat more conservative catholic adults in the front politely decided to skip forward to the next song.

After the party. We're driving home and continuing with the CD. It's sometime after "I've got my love to keep me warm" and possibly even up to "The Atheist Christmas Carol" when my mom mutters "Your friend [name omitted] certainly does have ecclectic taste."
I started laughing a little bit.
Grandma shouts up to the front: "What did you say?" (Grandma hears well for being in her 80's, but doesn't always catch everything.)
Mom, then a little flustered, becomes more blunt: "This is the worst Christmas CD I've ever heard!"
I stared laughing a lot.
Mom expounds some: "It's worse than Alvin and the Chipmunks!"
I laughed so hard I cried.

So, I'd like to wish everyone a Merry Christmas, and hope they get to spend some time with their friends and family. And to everyone out there, whatever your tastes, and however you view the holidays: may they be times of hope, love, and cheer.

-Lanky

(side note to annonymous friend: despite artistic differences, my mom still thinks the world of you.)