Monday, November 24, 2008
Let's make this Christmas mean something this year
Why yes, I HAVE started listening to my James Brown Funky Christmas already, before Thanksgiving even arrives!
(That album, by the way, was one of the best purchases of holiday music I've ever made, which is saying a lot, because I have purchased a lot of holiday music in my time.)
By the time the actual Thanksgiving gets here, it will be the third such dinner this week - and that's only if Jason doesn't bring home leftovers from the auction dinner on Tuesday, for us to have on Tuesday night.
(Not that I'd complain about that, mind you. The foodservice he uses makes a mean dressing.)
Last night, we had our church's Evening with the Turkeys - and I laughed so hard, and so often, that my face was sore by the time it was all said and done. But Anna Marie? Not so much! I guess most of the humor was over the head of a seven-year-old, because on the way home she gave me her list of ingredients for a funny skit:
1. Someone falling down.
2. Said person getting bandaged.
3. And having rocks in their mouth.
4. And pretending to swim.
A tall order, yes, but apparently guaranteed to make even the most dour-faced elementary school student laugh her tail off.
She was sitting with friends, not with us, and as we were leaving she said (VERY loudly!) "I didn't laugh the whole time!"
Apparently, the sight of our pastoral staff in Oh Brother, Where Art Thou? mode was funny, but not quite funny enough to get her to laugh. But, if one of them had fallen down, well then, Katie bar the door, she's going to guffaw until next week.
Our office will be celebrating our Thanksgiving dinner today, in about an hour or so. It's catered by a local shop, and it's one of the best spreads this side of the Mississippi - or the other side, for that matter.
I still have no idea what we're doing on Thursday, except that Jason finally told his mom that we weren't coming to Georgia this year.
(Yeah, he's a last minute guy like that. He waited until the invitations were nearly printed to tell her that we were getting married at my church, in Mississippi, and not at her church, in South Carolina. Her reaction? "You're paying for it. You can do whatever you want.")
(Insert slightly disgusted look here, by the way.)
But, I was wondering - do multiple Thanksgiving dinners take all the meaning out of Thursday? Back when I was a kid, it doesn't seem like we did this much celebrating - but we've already eaten it once, last night at church, and I'll do it again today, and Jason will have some tomorrow at work, and then comes Thursday.
By the time the real holiday rolls around, I may just be in the mood for a hamburger!
Oh, nevermind - I forget, I'm married to the man who wanted turkey and dressing for our rehearsal dinner - and we were married in July.
Gobble, gobble, y'all.