Nothing gets me feeling the spirit of Christmas like music. Not the hokey stuff that's on the radio, I'm talking about Bing, Amy Grant, the Mo Tab, Beliz Nabidad, etc.
I am overflowing with Christmas spirit after this festive weekend. I had Friday off, so I spent the day shopping with my mother dearest. My mother has a tradition of spending a day shopping with her mom and we decided that it was time for the next generation to commence the tradition. We've done our part to stimulate the economy.
Saturday night we went to the Kurt Bestor Christmas concert, which has become yet another Hansen family Christmas tradition. Then this morning, my aunties and I braved the treacherous roads to attend the Mo Tab Christmas concert which was AWESOME.
Then I went to my cousin's mission farewell. In the car we listened to Runny Kogers (aka Kenny Rogers). He is my mother's favorite. I'm not going to try to explain why. I just go with it. I've added one of his Christmas classics to my little iPod thingy over there on the right side of your screen as a way to say, "Hey mom, keep your chin up. If you love Kenny, own it. I'm proud of you for enduring years of criticism from dad and Doug and me. This one's for you..."
When I got back to my parent's house, I played the piano just like Kurt Bestor...only better...best-er. I almost made it through our entire stack of Christmas music, but decided to save some for next weekend and charge for admission. Let me know if you'd like a ticket, I might be able to get you a deal.
You've made it this far...stick with me for one more paragraph and you'll get to know what the title is all about.
So after this festivus weekend, I walk out to my car, parked in my parent's driveway only to find it completely covered, not in snow, but in bird poop. When I say covered, I mean covered. I bet it's some sort of connect the dots. Hundreds of frozen...droppings...all over poor Moose. Am I mad at the birds? No. Once again I accept their gift and their acknowledgment of my happiness. The vast amount of poop on my car is proof that I am truly feeling the spirit of Christmas.
Bombs away, finches. I will not yield!
4 comments:
I speak to be first line for the concert ticket for next year. It would be worth getting my car bombed by the finches.
YOU ARE HILARIOUS! My favorite line, "only better...bester." HA! GOOD ONE!
LOL I'd love to come to the concert. Who's mission farewell??? Should I have been there? :)
Never yield, my dear friend! I'm so glad to hear that there is another Kurt Bestor fan out in the world. I've got him on my itunes and listened away today whilst wrapping presents in Trader Joes paper grocery bags. Hey, they had snowflakes on them, so it totally counts as holiday paper. I love reading your blog. Love it.
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