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I guess the recent spate of updates is slowing down. This is nothing deep - just lovely fluff. I’ve been very busy trying to get ready for Christmas and to make things seem as normal as possible for the kids. They are fifteen and twelve now, so it’s not so much about creating magic as it is about creating normalcy and memories.
On to the fluff:
For the past ten years or so my husband has sent a daily Christmas countdown song to all of our friends. This started as a somewhat dirty joke, the gist of which I can’t remember, between himself and his best friend. I do remember it was something about Colin Firth, Cosby sweaters (this was pre-reckoning, mind you) and, of course, the actual countdown song. My husband got rid of the dirty joke, fine tuned the song, and started sending it out to our friends. Most of our friends at the time, much like ourselves, had young children. Apparently the kids all appreciated Mr. Cory singing like a fool and it’s become a tradition around here.
Over the years the countdown has changed. It started with him singing the same tune each day. One year he added a different instrument each day until Christmas Day was this huge cacophony of instruments. Some years he counts down all 25 days of December, other years just the last ten days until Christmas. For the past few years he just finds a karaoke version of a familiar song and sings to it. He is a musician, but not a singer, and he is particularly bad at figuring out what number of syllables to fit in spaces. It is often hysterical.
It amuses me that for a number of people here in Texas, a small pocket in Tennessee, and few other scattered far and wide, my husband’s goofy singing is part of their Christmas tradition. While my husband’s band is regionally successful, we have friends who are successful on national and international levels. It’s truly insane that bands we grew up listening to have heard his dumb songs because we have friends in the industry that share them.
Anyhow, that’s my fluff for today. Not sure how long he will keep this up. As best as we can figure, this is tenth or eleventh year sending out the countdown. Many of the kids who started listening to it in grade school are now in high school. Every year he toys with no longer doing it and then decides to record them at the last minute. I guess tradition can really consist of just about anything, as long as you keep doing it every year.
5:26 p.m. - 2020-12-21