Ok, well not all the traditional kind, but you know what I mean.
And so started the one hour 20 minute journey to the other side of town today. With my 6 stack cd player filled with 5 Christmas albums (I decided to let the Dirty Dancing soundtrack be the only non-festive number there), I popped on, one of the biggest royalty songs of this time of year –
I mean, who hasn’t yodelled along to this and thought they were the next Messiah, I mean Mariah, in waiting?! What a terrific song and very clever money-maker. Ka-ching! $$$
But then baby girl chimed in and decided she needed her festive dose of Hi 5. So on they came
It comes from a So Fresh compilation album I have, and seriously, there are times I wonder whether I should have shown her this song. It is sooo catchy, so just a word of warning to not let your toddler hear it, or else you’ll be hearing it in your head for days and days and days.
So that happened, and because I am all Christmas-savvy, I already had my ipod plugged in and set up to play George Michael of Wham! fame, the one and only, and of course what should then conveniently come on?
Last Christmas we lost one of the best musicians around, but we will remember him each time this year comes around, as he is immortalised in this song especially.
So after yodelling some more, baby girl wanted some more Hi 5. Fine.
A different version, different cast, just because I know you want to hear ALL the versions.
I then turned it onto side 2 of the So Fresh compilation to an absolutely brilliant and poignant song, a song that makes you think of the true meaning of Christmas, and appreciate all that we have in the world that we live in:
I fell in love with this song even more after watching a documentary on the making of it, many, many years ago, where I learnt many fascinating tid-bits, one of which being that Bono initially didn’t want to sing his famous solo line
“But tonight thank God it’s them instead of you.”
Geldof insisted his singing it would make the message all the more important and meaningful. A doco that I highly recommend and that I need to get my hands on once again. And then also, sending the message of charity at this time of year is more important than one of presents and materialistic objects.
Getting into a lighter mood, I thought baby girl might appreciate an old favourite, a group I haven’t listened to for years, but when Christmas rolls around I pop on their ‘Snowed In’ album
It was Hanson, in all their youthful and Mmm Bop glory. She complained of course and said “me no like,” and I couldn’t help but think she had been brainwashed by a member of my family to say that, but come a few more songs and she was happy to hear their rendition of “Rocking Around the Christmas Tree” and also the other old school tune, “Run Run Rudolph.”
Then some more “Santa Claus is coming!” Oh woe is me.
Come on, get up. I know you want to.
Then I was like fine, I need some proper crooning in the final part of our car trip, by the guy I have been missing from Christmas festivities because he is going through some family turmoil, which I will not mention in this fun and frivolous post, but Buble I am thinking of you and sending you my love, especially to your boy.
How amazing is he? I just love it, one of the best Christmas albums around, I tell ya.
Even baby girl sings this song along with me:
I kid you not, we were there singing “Feliz Navidad” together, and I reckon all her Dora the Explorer viewing gives her a good dose of proper pronunciation.
And there you go. How can I not be grateful after an hour and 20 minutes of such festivity and fun? We turned a long car trip into a party, and now even more than ever, I can say that “Santa Claus is coming! Santa Claus is coming!”
“Santa Claus is coming, Santa Claus is coming!”
“SANTA CLAUS IS COMING, SANTA CLAUS IS COMING, HE’S NOT VERY FAR AWAAAAYYYY!”