Ba-da-bing

While getting ready for bed last night, Garrett started fiddling with his radio when he hit upon Bing Crosby crooning, "White Christmas." All of a sudden, the kid is jumping up and down, out of control, screaming "Christmas" and pointing to the boom box. He figured because it was on the radio that it must be true. (After all, everybody knows the radio never lies.) I asked him what that meant, so he ran to the tree and grabbed his gift from Aunt Laura. He was ready, right there and then, to tear into it. You see, I've been telling him he has to wait until Christmas to open any gifts, so we've been counting down the days. (Unfortunately as of last night, he still had four more days to go.) How do you tell a child that it's only a song and the lyrics are about "dreaming" of a white Christmas? Although he was seriously disappointed, he got over it. It's hard to be patient when you're only six years old.

Here's the crooner to get you in the mood: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1GPxcxrBkI (Hey, leave those presents alone–you've still got three more days to go.)