I have been listening to Christmas music every day for the last month. But I can't get into the Christmas spirit until I have some frosty weather. Sixty degrees is not cutting it for Val's good cheer. The Pony is still asking to wear shorts to school. And I can't find a good reason to refuse.
This week, I recorded Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. That's because The Pony wouldn't watch it with me. I'm waiting for A Charlie Brown Christmas and How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Then we're going to have a triple-header holiday viewing bash. Even better, I might dig out my DVD of Home Alone. The original. That Lost in New York one is too sad, because of the pigeon lady. The Pony is going to watch, and he is going to like them, by cracky! Even if I have to hobble him. He'd better be on his best behavior, or I'll throw in A Christmas Story.
That should do it, don't you think? Forcing The Pony to watch Christmas fare will put me in a holiday mood. That, and the meteorologists flipping out over some snowflakes that might arrive early next week.