I’m not sure if I have mentioned this before, but my mum has a wicked eye for the whimsical. She has a clock that plays show tunes. She has a tiny violin that fiddles Irish folk tunes. She has a stuffed hound dog that sings Elvis tunes. She has an Elmo dressed in a chicken suit, a plastic gnome that belts out rock tunes, a fat little chef who sings opera.
The kids love it. Mr3 loves it so much that he has begun siphoning off the collection, bringing it home to the Fibro for ‘visits’ (Mum, Chicken Dance Elmo is coming home real soon). Me, I always been fairly ambivalent about the whole scene.
This year, however, I am a convert. A couple of years ago, Mum bestowed upon Fam Fibro a small green Christmas tree that lights up like the proverbial Christmas tree and sings ‘Rockin’ around the Christmas tree’ extremely loudly. When we got it, I think we smiled politely and put it on the shelf. Last year, it made it to the top of the sideboard and was brought down on request. This year…
This year, that Christmas tree owns Christmas. Mr3 is besotted. He sits it up next to him on the sofa when he watches tele, just in case he feels like pressing the button. He presses the button and all hell breaks loose, with Mr6 shrieking that he can’t hear himself think and Mr3 dancing around the living room like nobody’s watching. But we are. We’re all watching.
Tonight, we decorated the Christmas tree. As we twined the tinsel, hung the tinkling, twinkling lights and debated the correct positioning of each gold bauble, our Rockin’ Christmas tree serenaded us. As The Builder and I remembered each of the ‘special decorations’ we’d bought (“remember this one? Blue Mountains… the little blue angel, must be Holland…the silver heart that J gave us”), Mr3 pressed ‘play’ over and over again.
By the time we put up this year’s new addition – a pure white ceramic dove wearing a silver crown – we were all belting out the chorus and Mr6 was playing along on his guitar.
Only 19 more days until Christmas. So I should only hear that song about 786 more times. Either that, or the batteries will magically run out in about 24 hours. I’ll keep you posted.
Do you have a special family Christmas song? Do you collect ‘special’ decorations? Do you, perchance, have a novelty singing Christmas tree in your own life?
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