There’s been a coup in the De Guia household.
This morning, I awoke to find my wife had taken Thing 2 to his basketball thing and had also taken Thing 3 with her to do the food shopping. Thing 1 was passed out in bed and so I sat down with a big cup of coffee, in the quiet, listening to the rain and began working on a story I’ve had on hold for a while. After a short while, I put on some Christmas music because, as anybody who knows me at all is well aware of, I’m a total junkie for all things Christmas.
When my wife came home and as we were all unloading groceries she said, “Really, Dan? What day does the calendar say today is?”
I stood my ground and refused to look at the calendar, knowing very well what she was getting at, “I don’t care what day it is.”
“Is it November 23rd?” my wife continued. “Is it even November 22nd?!”
“I don’t care! I was the only one up and I wanted to listen to Christmas music! But now that the house is full of Grinches, I’ll turn it off.” I said, as I picked up the remote to put on a different music channel.
Just then, something astounding happened. Things 1 and 2 together, as a seldom-seen unified front, in defiance of Grinchitude, shouting, “NO! DON’T TURN IT OFF! WE WANT THE CHRISTMAS MUSIC ON!”
Through the power of an anarchistic overthrow of a Grinchy Dictatorship, we have Christmas music on before the day after Thanksgiving. Youthful overthrow of a parent is a sweet, sweet thing.
Until dinner time.
Note – my wife is a very good sport about all of this and puts up with my being a total whore for Christmas like a champ!