There’s a radio station here that plays 24/seven Christmas music.
The other 340 days of the year it’s all about Adele and Sam Smith and Meghan Trainor and Ed Sheeran, but for 25 glorious, wonderful, incredible days it plays nothing but Christmas all the day long.
There’s old Christmas and new Christmas and silent nights and weary worlds rejoicing and reindeer paws and yuletide carols being sung by the fire and rocking around the tree.
And those are the 25 days days I tune in…..
….slightly off key and at the top of my lungs.
And so it was that I found myself in line at the bank the other day listening to Feliz Navidad.
All together now.
Let’s sing along.
Prospero ano y Felicidad
I had the radio cranked to maximum volume and was singing along loudly and proudly.
How can you do anything else when that song starts to play?
And when I got to the chorus…..
….I added choreography.
Hand rolls and shoulder shakes and head bobs and every now and then I couldn’t help but punctuate a word with a finger point.
And on and on and on.
Wishing everyone a merry Christmas in my own little solid gold Christmas dancing world.
Finally it was my turn in line and the cashier came over the loud speaker and asked if she could help me.
Startled, I immediately stopped dancing, turned down the music and smiled.
“Of course,” I said.
Then I signed the back of the check and handed it to her.
“Don’t you just love Feliz Navidad?” I asked her as I was waiting for the deposit.
“Can you hear the song,” I said, turning up the volume again.
“Oh you don’t need to turn it up,” she said trying not to laugh out loud. “We already all heard it.”
And as she spoke those words to me…..I looked through the drive-through window and saw a small crowd grinning back at me and waving.
And as I sheepishly waved back and drove away still humming to the radio station….
….I had one thought.
I was so happy I had my red lipstick on.
You always need stage make-up for a performance. 🙂
PS I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas…..
….from the bottom of my heart.