If doing something two years in a row can be considered a “tradition,” then I shall keep with tradition by singing to myself:
Happy, happy birthday to me
Happy birthday to me
And to you
– with thanks and apologies to Cracker
Also a two-year tradition is the celebration of both my father’s birthday (12/21) and mine (12/23) on 12/22, and not just any celebration, but a celebration at a sports bar and arcade. Don’t know exactly why, but since my sister does the coordinating of it all, I don’t complain. I did, after all, get to kick my 14-year-old nephew’s butt at pool, but I didn’t even get to smoke a cigarette while I played, so what fun is that? 😉
Yet another two-year tradition will be the viewing tonight of Elling, one of my all-time favorite movies. It includes what is to me one of the most genuinely touching Christmas moments in any film, and the film overall leaves me with such a feeling of hope that viewing it seems like the perfect Christmas tradition.
That and Die Hard.
In other news, I wrote my first Christmas song yesterday. Karsten and I were thrift-shopping all morning and afternoon (I got a great haul!) and both stores had their radios tuned to the light-rock station that changes formats at Christmastime to all-Christmas, all-the-time. It was a little much, to say the least, but I tried to channel the excess into productive use by carefully studying the formula that makes up a classic Christmas song (while I concentrated on my shopping, too, of course). Then when we got back to my parents’ house, Karsten and I talked it over and deconstructed the “genre” together, which allowed me to whip up a sketch of a new song that we both really like. The real challenge will be for him in trying to write a melody that can be recorded as a contemporary song but which will have a timeless holiday feel.
Still, baby’s first Christmas song! Yay! Here’s hoping the future royalties at least pay for all that extravagant thrift-shopping I did yesterday.