You can tell that Christmas is coming by the sights and the smells, as well as the sounds. The sounds of the Christmas season are particularly unique: Christmas carols ringing through the house, the car, and every store, along with strategically placed jingle bells, are a constant reminder that it is the Season.
Some sounds that are unique to Christmas aren’t mentioned so much. Perhaps some of them are unique to me and my family, but I doubt it. I know Christmas is really approaching when I hear any of the following things spoken at my house:
“Dad, it’s “Ugly Sweater Day” at school. Can I look through your clothes?”
“Honey, could you put your slippers in the closet, they are making me kinda sick.”
“Dad, what do you want for Christmas?”
“You sit on a throne of lies.”
“I need your wallet.”
“It was just the UPS guy leaving another box.”
“Dad, what do you want for Christmas?”
“The “Pumpkin Berry Spice Cookie” candle is at war with the “Days of Christmas” candle, and I’m getting a headache.”
“You smell like beef and cheese.”
“Why is dad eating pie for breakfast?”
“Christmas. Chriiissmaas.”
“Dad, what do you want for Christmas?”
“Did you know that some of the lights outside are dead?”
“You guys – rinse your hot chocolate mugs before you leave them in the sink.”
“No, you can’t throw it away – it has sentimental value.”
“Nat King Cole is the Man!”
“Can we put Gassy Bear somewhere maybe less visible? I mean, does he have to be on the piano in the living room?”
“Dad, have you figured out anything you want for Christmas yet?”
“Yes, I agree that Michael Buble’s “Santa Buddy” is kinda creepy.”
“Is buying stuff online on Sunday breaking the Sabbath?” (Yes)
“The laws of breaking and entering, as they pertain to Santa, are unclear.”
“Who left the load of wet clothes in the washer for three days?” (Not Christmas specific.)
“Why does everybody think they need to make a Christmas album? Most of them are terrible.”
“We only have ___ days left – I don’t know how we are going to get everything done.”
“Can Murphy wear his Santa suit yet?”
And finally: “Dad, what do you want for Christmas?”
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Murphy is darling, we have one ourselves! In our house you could add to your sounds OUCH! from the glue gun. In fact one of my kids walked into the house after school one day and commented, “It smells like Christmas in here” It was June. We looked around, the smell was, you guessed it, the glue gun.
And I absolutely agree that not everyone should make a Christmas album. Specifically Neil Diamons.
I love Better Off Dead and was not aware anyone else knew of its existence. 🙂
Love glassy bear! Do we get another dollar store find post again soon?
Only if you behave.
I was recently training the new ward clerk on how to order toner for the library from Staples. Not sure the bishop appreciated my response, but we were doing the Lords work.
I promise to be as good as I can, I just can promise how long it will last.
You have a Murphy dog? Mike T has a Murphy dog. Is there a story here?
YAY for Gassy Bear!!! Your house sounds a lot less musical than our house at this time of year. Imagine most of the phrases being SUNG at any given time by a solo, duet or even trio!
Sounds like my house only they are always asking ME what I want for Christmas. I don’t know about you but truth be told I don’t care what I get for Christmas. I am happiest when I have my family all around me and they are enjoying THEIR presents.
Hahaha!! 😀
Also, BETTER OFF DEAD! Chreeeeestmas. Love that film
True story, I was sure I was in false labour with my first child and made the DH take me to the movies to distract me so the pains would go away. The movie? Better off Dead. It wasn’t false labour. The movie theatre was packed and I think I kinda freaked out the chap who was next to me. :P.
Now that I think about it, it was the movie theatre in the Wilkinson Centre.
Good time, good times.
I’m sorry your Mom blew up.
I WANT MY TWO DOLLARS!
I hope you named the baby Charles de Mar.
‘Twas a female. 🙂 We figured she’d prefer to be an “Emily” 🙂
I’ll bet you feel cheated.
You could have named her Monique.
And you wonder why dads get ties.
Funny 🙂