I remember my Mom putting on the Johnny Mathis Christmas album and we’d start decorating the Christmas tree. When that album ran its course, we’d finish trimming the tree to the Captain Kangaroo Christmas album.*
Fast-forward 20 years . . . first Christmas in our first house. I wanted to re-create those same nostalgic feelings for my family.
Abundant nostalgic Christmas tunes*? Check.
Tree and decorations? Check.
Now all I had to do is decorate the tree with my bride and voila! Instant memories!
*insert record-needle scratch
No one told me that in my wife’s family growing up, her father painstakingly wrapped the Christmas lights around each branch of the tree, and that she’d bring that expectation into our marriage.
No one told me that putting said Christmas lights on a Blue Spruce the way her father did would make my fingers ache for weeks. (Meanwhile I’ve been lobbying our church to cover “Christmas decorating” in our pre-marital mentoring program).
Lastly, no one told me my tiny dog would assume that the tangled mess of lights yet to be put on the tree by The Dad would be seen as a threat to be attacked. Every time the lights would move along the floor, the tiny dog would bark at and then bite the cord . . . every . . . time.
The combination was a disastrous blow [Read more...]