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C’est Noel! C’est Noel!

December 19, 2008

I work at a nonprofit and our local arena often gives us tickets for events that aren’t sold out, to distribute to our employees and volunteers. So last night, I had the enjoyable opportunity to take my sister and parents to “Christmas with Amy Grant and Vince Gill.” Before the snickering and middle-aged references commence, keep in mind that I grew up with Amy Grant. In my innocent little suburbia of no cable and homemade wheat bread, we rang in each Christmas with Amy Grant. Songs like “Tennessee Christmas” and “Grown-up Christmas List” still bring back toasty warm memories of holidays gone by, spent curled up by the woodstove that was in our family room back in Ohio, waiting for Santa.

(Yes, in most ways, my childhood really was that idyllic. I count myself extraordinarily lucky.)

After spending the day yesterday home sick from work, it was a lovely treat to go do something that was as Christmas-y as figgy pudding. The concert was really fun — like a giant sing-a-long with all my favorite songs, except it was one step above, because instead of coming out of the tinny speakers of the circa-1992 CD player my parents own, it was Amy, live and in person. After that, we went to this great pub up the street and had a late dinner (and hot cocoa)– they had a live band of amusing middle-aged men in loud party vests, doing covers of everything from Alvin and the Chipmunks’ “Christmas is Here” to Simon and Garfunkel’s “Mrs. Robinson.” So we decked the halls and fa-la-la-la-la’ed all the way home.

Today, we woke up to an insane snowstorm. Our entire covered porch (which has up to now, been snow-free, throughout all our flurries and falls) was doused in about a foot of snow. I normally don’t work on Fridays, nor does my roommate Rachel, and our roommates Kim and Johanna both got their work canceled because no one could physically get out of the house or move their cars. We all snuggled into the living room in our pjs and played “Scattergories” while watching “A Charlie Brown Christmas” and drinking tea. Again, an example of the pristine simplicity that touches me so during the holidays. I’d rather have a quiet, snowed-in day with my roommates and our Christmas tree than get buried in piles of gifts.

The concert last night spurred on all kinds of thoughts and musings, so expect more posts over the next few days. Hopefully, this snow business will give me a chance to work more on my writing. I know I’ve been neglecting you all and just throwing a lot of quotes your way recently — this is set to change. (Because I have thoughts…lots of them.)

I just shoveled our sidewalk and front walk (screw Pilates…that’s some cardio). After that, everyone on our street banded together to dig everyones’ cars out of the foot of snow and get all of us moved in the futile hope that they will plow our street. Two little guys down the street had dug out most of my car by the time I got there — they were so cute. I told them they should start a snow-digging business, so they made up a jingle while we finished cleaning off Charley (my car). Our neighbors Ingrid and Todd let us borrow their snow shovel (ours got stolen) and their snow blower — seriously, it was one of those amazing moments of pure…humanity and togetherness. After Charley was safe and sound, we made snow elephants in the front yard, and now, ’tis time to continue on with Rachel and I’s marathon of each “Christmas/snow” episode of “Gilmore Girls” (a worthy goal, I know).

Stay toasty and stay tuned.

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. December 22, 2008 10:19 am

    I love it! Your Christmas memories and your current winter experiences are a delicious slice of Americana. Reading this post was like curling up at home with friends and/or family and watching a favorite holiday movie–with fresh popcorn and hot cocoa. Thanks for sharing it!

  2. Caroline permalink*
    December 22, 2008 10:27 am

    Thanks for reading it!
    It was a true pleasure to write — it’s my favorite time of year and experiences like this remind me why. 🙂

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