There’ve been a few years where the Christmas classic “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” (links to Josh Groban’s, since serendipitously enough it started playing right as I started this post) struck a certain chord for me, particularly the “if only in my dreams” bit. This year, however, was not one! It’s been great being home for the holidays this year and getting to celebrate with my family. Work finished early on Friday so Ollie and I piled in our little Nissan Frontier– with my two brothers and all our belongings– and headed home. It was a tight fit and I don’t know if you’ve ever traveled any great distance with a fidgety, 40-pound mutt on your lap, but we eventually arrived no worse for the wear.
(In case you missed the story about dogs learning to drive…)
Sunday was extra special for the pups because we went hiking with our good friends the Leehans at Bull Run mountain. We’re able to let them off the leashes and let them run free through the woods, which is pretty much a dog’s dream. However, whereas Moose never ventures too far from the sights of her People, Ollie’s more prone to playing the Lone Wolf and setting off on his own adventure, leaving us all somewhere between slightly-concerned and fearful-we’ll-never-see-him-again. This time was no different, with an even more prolonged absence than before. Eventually, after asking everyone we passed on the trail if they’d seen a little black dog with a goofy curly tail, we were informed that some people had found him and put him on someone’s extra leash. We were very grateful to them, and expressed as much, and then Moose attacked the Helpful Lady’s chihuahua. Excellent.
Christmas Eve was chilled out at home with one nice surprise: the first snow of the season (and Ollie’s first snow ever!). My little Thai dog thought the white stuff was pretty cool.
Ryan had to return to Charlottesville to play trumpet at two Christmas Eve church services, but was home this morning to open presents and to spend our first Christmas with just the five of us in… many years. The boys are now making us laugh with their RC helicopters and I’ve got to sign off now to go play Mom’s new Jeopardy video game. Merry, merry Christmas everyone! May your every New Year’s dream come true.
Oh and what’s Christmas without some tunes? I’d wanted to do a whole post about Christmas songs but… didn’t get around to it. So here’s the truncated version…
Mine and (everyone else’s) favorite version of an old not-quite-classic (but getting there!):
And yes, I know you’ve all already seen that posted on every third person’s facebook wall (excuse me, “timeline”) BUT… has anyone’s reaction to it been this good?
And speaking of favorites and versions… I know “O Holy Night” tops many people’s lists. But there’s one rendition that hits me just right that I went and took the liberty of posting on YouTube myself because I feel it needs more exposure. 30 Rock‘s Jenna Maroney and her beau, Paul L’Astnamé (on another note… best TV surname ever?) performing this classic in a very special way.
And because I’m sure you’re already wondering how I’ve made it this long without posting a Bright Eyes song, their rendition that made me actually like this song:
And because my dad has recently added this David Bowie/Bing Crosby collab to his Christmas playlist I figured I’d throw that in here, as well as Will Farrell and John C. Reilly’s excellent parody. Me: “Oooh, thanks for reminding me! I’ll put this in my blog. But… the parody’s so good too… I don’t know which one to choose…” Nate: “Use them both?” Always thinking, that kid.