Youngest daughter and I were laughing today about one of our Christmas tree hunting trips in Colorado years ago. We had gone to a Christmas tree farm and driven way in to hopefully find the perfect tree. We always packed treats to eat and took a big thermos of hot chocolate. We'd sing carols all the way there and back. This particular year, our little granddaughter had just turned one so we were especially festive and happy.
We had tromped around and found a great tree, hubby brought out the hand saw and we all gathered 'round to help by watching. There were, of course, other families there, doing the same thing and a few rows over, was a big station wagon.
All of a sudden, the mother is screaming, "Get in the *#%$@ car and shut the hell up!"
I could not resist shouting out, "Merrrrrrrrrrrrry Christmas!"
And the kids are horrified and bolt for our truck. They apparently thought someone would come over and open up a can of Christmas whoop-ass on us. Didn't happen. I'm sure my Christmas spirit helped!
Hubby has told us about seeing his sister in a Christmas program when they were kids. Jingle Bells was the song and she was kind of swinging her bent arm and punching the air for emphasis as she sang with gusto, "Oh what the fun it is to ride ... " I guess every time she sang 'what the fun' his parents would cringe and hope for the best.