Christmas Shoes

Ok- I have to add a couple more Christmas post's before I wrap it up for the season. First, My cousin Circe put this on her blog. Her blog- http://dopppartyofseven.blogspot.com/ is creative and hilarious and I love reading it. So she posted the following:

"Christmas Shoes

I just crashed my car into a fire hydrant right outside my house. The Christmas Cheer Meter is on empty. The snow that was supposed to add a delightful patina to the holiday season made me slide all the way down my street and crash. I never crash! I'm an excellent snow driver. So I'm mad. I'm so mad that I even hate the Christmas song that's stuck in my head about the kid who buys his mom a pair of shoes. (You know...Sir I want to buy these shoes...for my mama please...in case Mama meets Jesus tonight) I'm pretty sure the kid was either a scam artist or really stupid. First of all, what is a kid doing in a shoe store on Christmas Eve, especially if his mom has hours to live? I think his mom was fine and his dad was waiting in the car around the corner while the kid worked his sob story on innocent people in several stores, telling them that his mom needed shoes (or a new coat, an XBox, whatever) in case she died that night. Right.

I might send Freestone to the auto body shop with his piggy bank and tell them that his mom is about to take her last breath and what would make her really happy is getting her front bumper replaced before she croaks. If it works, I'll write a country song about it and end up so rich that I'll be able to buy my own shoes. So my kid won't have to panhandle in a department store when I'm on my deathbed. Oh, and Freestone, just so you know, people don't take their shoes with them when they die."

Circe.

I got such a good laugh from this posts- and most of her posts for that matter. Anyways, it made me think of this story that I have to tell.
A couple of years ago that song came on the radio and Darren was in the car. I don't like that song so I turned it. Darren said, "What are you doing, I love that song!?" I laughed, "I hate that song! It's so lame!" Darren replied, "What are you cold hearted?!! That song is so sweet! I love it, it makes me think of you and how much I love you!" He held my hand and looked lovingly into my eyes. Well, then I didn't hate that song so much. Regardless of the story, if it makes my husband like me and dot on me more- well it can't be that bad. I tried to like the song, but still couldn't really stand it. I started to think of him every time I heard the song, liked it a little more each time I heard it- but there was a part of me that still despised it.

So the next year Darren brought home a little present on Christmas Eve. It is our little family's tradition to watch The Nativity Story on Christmas Eve every year. It brings a great spirit in the house and really makes you think about Mary and Joseph and how brave they were. They had so much faith. Anyways, so Darren brings home the MOVIE- The Christmas Shoes to watch on Christmas Eve! I was like, seriously? Please no!! But he was so excited and hugged me and insisted that we would all love it so much- plus he insisted, "this is our special song!" So we started the movie, halfway through the kids and I were all bawling- the kids wanted to turn it off- but Darren insisted we watch it. Well, in the end the kids won. At the end of the movie- right before the mom dies the kids freaked out and Ellie ran up and turned off the DVD player. They were all sobbing, and clinging to me. Darren was laughing. I was sobbing and pretty mad to watch such a depressing move Christmas Eve. We walked up stairs, all the kids clinging to me, tears streaming down their cheeks, "I don't want you to die mom!" They were all giving Darren a piece of their minds for making us watch such a lame movie on Christmas Eve. I was pretty mad. It was a little hard to feel the Christmas Spirit after that. This year we watched the Nativity Story.