For a week or so–starting today–I will like Christmas music and will play it in my car. Then it’s over. Too much. Saturated. Filled to brimming.
One of my favorite games with Christmas music is trying to figure out who’s giving what to whom. Here are a few examples (song titles in bold face):
Up on the Housetop
Little Nell: dolly that laughs and cries, one that will open and shut its eyes.
Little Will: a hammer and lots of tacks, also a ball and a whip that cracks.
It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
Barney and Ben: a pair of Hopalong* boots and a pistol that shoots;
Janice and Jen: dolls that will talk and go for a walk.
(*Hopalong Cassidy was a 1940s B-movie cowboy.)
Chipmunks: a plane that loops the loop and hula hoop.
Jolly Old St. Nicholas
Johnny: pair of skates;
Nellie: story book;
Me: “my little brain isn’t very right; choose for me, Old Santa Claus, what you think is right.”
All I Want for Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth
Me: two front teeth.
I’m Gettin’ Nuttin’ for Christmas