A sordid holiday confession.

I must make a confession. Readers, I have been hypocritical. I make a big deal about not listening to Christmas music or putting up Christmas decorations before Thanksgiving, but, readers, I did do this one thing. That I am ashamed to tell you about.

I took a four-year-old to see The Muppet Christmas Carol at one of the local theaters last weekend.

The Muppet Christmas Carol is my favorite Christmas movie! And Mike was out of town! And this particular four-year-old is adorable! It was a once-in-a-lifetime sort of opportunity, is what I am saying, to see it in a theater with this particular child. And so, when the opportunity was thrust upon me, I took it. And, gentle readers, I enjoyed every minute. Especially the following exchange:

SCROOGE: There’s more of gravy than of grave about you.
ROBERT MARLEY (hee): More gravy than of grave?
JACOB MARLEY: What a terrible pun. Where’d you get those jokes?
ROBERT MARLEY: Leave comedy to the bears, Ebenezer.

To which I say, “Wocka wocka wocka!” Which is also what I say to you if you judge me for this one lapse. Being an adult means knowing when to break the rules. But don’t think it softened me in other respects, because it most certainly did NOT. I didn’t let Mike listen to Christmas music on the way home from my grandma’s house last night, because it still wasn’t time.

But now, our tree is up. We went light on the overall Christmas decorations this year because of the construction in our house, but the tree and the crèche are up. Mike turned on Christmas music first thing, and, following the script, I told him that he was ridiculous. But just between you and me, I have been enjoying it all day. Right now, though, he’s watching A Christmas Story, and that’s a movie I can live without, so I’m finishing my book in the warmest room in our house (a precious commodity these days, let me tell you). Mike and I always make our own turkey on Friday, and I’m just waiting for it to get out of the oven so we can have our second round of Thanksgiving feast. I hope your Thanksgivings were as wonderful as ours – food and family and laughter and football and lovely relaxation. And now Advent is upon us, which is yet another thing to be thankful for.

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