Time for a story.
It’s amazing how our perspective on certain things change with time. When my kids were old enough--oh, I’d say about two years old--I couldn’t wait to dive into the Christmas specials I watched growing up.
Okay, I’ll be honest, I was looking forward to watching them just as much!
I have so much nostalgia in Rudolph and the misfit toys and the songs of the heat and cold miser. In case--gasp--you’ve never heard of them. Watch here.
So, we made hot cocoa and sliced a hunk of gingerbread (though I believe the gingerbread didn’t enter the picture until years later), and snuggled together on the couch to watch Santa Claus is Coming to Town.
Of course this entire memory is now like a Hallmark moment. I’ve forgotten any squabbling about where to sit or spilled cocoa or cookie crumbs on the carpet. Time is funny that way.
I knew the Bumble was harmless.
I knew it was just a short scene.
I knew he’d lose his teeth, making him especially harmless.
But I’d forgotten about those few seconds of scary music that signaled the Bumble was about to arrive on the scene.
I wasn’t seeing it or remembering from the point of view of a two year old.
And it really is the music, not the Bumble. He’s just a fluffy, overgrown, arctic teddy bear.
For years, those first few notes would sound, terror would strike, and my son would sprint from the room and hide. #parentingfail
Fitting in all the TV specials and movies is a juggling act, and that’s just the tip of the Holiday iceberg. The Christmas season is busy as we pack in ALL the things. Parties and shopping and wrapping. Never mind work and sport schedules.
Sometimes it’s nice to take a break. A time--set apart--to spend time with family and connect with others.
Regardless of age or situation, we’re never too old for stories and songs. Everyone’s invited to a Holiday Story Time and Sing-a-Long at Bachelder Library. I’ll read some stories. Margo Coolidge will lead us in some songs!