Babbling of an ordinary person about texts I am reading so I can actually remember WHAT I've read.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
It's Not a Book, But . . .
About a week ago, I set a "date" with my son (and any other family member who would like to join) for Tuesday night, in our pajamas, bring your snuggie, mom & dad's bed. We were going to watch Rudolph the Red- Nosed Reindeer.
I love the old Burl Ives' Rudolph. I had enough forethought to make the agreement with my son that I could sing the songs. He told me only if they were singing it on the television--no additional singing. My husband joined us, but he mocked my singing . . . I do sound like an injured moose. I know that a second grade boy who has two older sisters may or may not believe in Santa much longer. I'm going to be sure I enjoy this year of believing as much as possible.
BTW--the only reason my husband joined us was because it promised to be in HD. I still cannot tell the difference. HD or not, I watched the exact same show when I was my son's age.