My heart was warmed tonight to find out that certain childhood traditions never die. Case in point? "Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer (reindeer) had a very shiny nose (like a light bulb!)..."
Katie is six and it hit me tonight that somehow in the last year, she learned how to obnoxify "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer." (I know, that isn't a word, but you know what I mean.) I love that she found as much joy in adding the commentary to the song as I did when I was little. I love that it's been at least 30 years since I learned to do it, and somehow or another it got passed down to her through pop culture.
We crossed off #6 on our Christmas Countdown tonight on the way home from church. We didn't dance to our favorite Christmas songs tonight, but decided to play them in the car and sing loudly. Katie chose the Muppets version of "Twelve Days of Christmas." Jackson wanted to sing "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer." Dan's choice was "Frosty the Snowman." I broke the kitschy streak with the Barenaked Ladies version of "Do They Know It's Christmas" and then my all-time favorite, "Breath of Heaven" by Amy Grant.
It's the simple things, isn't it? Like knowing that the circle of life continues in ways both big and small. I can only imagine what my grandkids are going to learn about Rudolph. Maybe they'll even sing, "Jingle bells, Batman smells..." *Groan*
Go on to task #7 here.