Christmas is kinda tough for me, y’all. More lately than ever, I find myself Charlie Brown-ing my way through the season aimlessly. The one upside of not going home to family for Christmas is knowing that I, unlike all you poor schlubs, don’t actually have to do any present shopping. Ha ha.
But back to my existential crisis. Faking my way through the holiday season reminds me a lot of one of my other Holiday traditions: faking the lyrics to Christmas songs.
Oh and BTW, I am weeping like a baby, every time Linus observes “Maybe it just needs a little love.”
A co-worker yesterday cracked up when he overheard me earnestly crooning along with the music:
Etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera
duh duh, da da da duh!”
In that moment, I look pointedly at my mother, with a mischeivous grin, tilt my head skyward and croon:
luuu luu luuu, lu lu lu luuu…”
etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.