I Am Turning Into My Mother
I love my mom, but one of her odder habits is that she hums Christmas carols. Like, 365 days a year. And not even the whole tune, but one phrase, over and over and over again (specifically the title phrase of "Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland").
I'm not even sure she's aware she's doing it, and this is where my troubles come in.
I'm up to my eyeballs in Christmas crap for work (*cough* back at 9pm tuesdays after baseball! *cough*) right now, and it is seeping into every corner of my brain.
While finally cleaning out my overflowing inbox, I started singing to myself. And it was only when I got an entire verse in, I realized what I was singing.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
Just like the ones I used to know
Where those treetops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow...
And then I put my head down on my desk and said softly, "Oh dear god, it's starting."
I'm not even sure she's aware she's doing it, and this is where my troubles come in.
I'm up to my eyeballs in Christmas crap for work (*cough* back at 9pm tuesdays after baseball! *cough*) right now, and it is seeping into every corner of my brain.
While finally cleaning out my overflowing inbox, I started singing to myself. And it was only when I got an entire verse in, I realized what I was singing.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
Just like the ones I used to know
Where those treetops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow...
And then I put my head down on my desk and said softly, "Oh dear god, it's starting."
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