I was truly inspired to write a post about a god-awful Christmas song that I heard while listening to our local bay area light-rock station. Honestly, you may think you know from bad music but you haven't heard anything until you've tuned into this gem. I'll put it this way the lyrics feature barbecued boar. No, I'm not kidding. Nothing says Christmas like barbecued boar am I right?
Any who, thinking about how hilarious my post would be, I decided that I would google the lyrics so I could include them in my story. Sadly, the search lead me to a fellow blogger who already did a piece on the very topic. Apparently I am not all that original. Who knew. Well her comments were ridiculously funny, dare I say that she is far more articulate than I am and therefor I decided to provide a link. http://shewalks.blogspot.com/2007/12/lite-rock-less-talk.html.
Beyond pointing out how painfully bad this particular musical creation is, I also intended to make a larger point. It is so not like Christmas out here. When the best thing a song can feature about the holiday season in the bay area is barbecued boar and the golden gate bridge-you know there is something wrong with the picture. What does the golden gate bridge have to do with Christmas anyway? As far as I know the landmark stands year round.
Some how the city of Berkeley seems to be particularly cheer-less. I have driven around our neighborhood in search of gaudy light displays and the inflatable snowman that are so popular in Denver and I have been disappointed to find almost nothing. A few weak attempts at decorations- maybe a wreath here or there, but overall it seems a bit grinchy around these parts.
Sadly, I have let the lack of Christmas spirit rub off on me. We in fact have no Christmas tree this year. Depressing I know. I have reasoned that we are headed out of town for the holidays and that we won't even be here. We just moved and all of the Christmas decorations and ornaments are packed away. Quite frankly I can't face the idea of unpacking all the little trinkets, and sweeping up all the prickly pine needles. It's just too much work. But still. Zachary inquired about our lack of a tree and I explained that Aunt Amanda & Uncle Michael will have a tree at their house in New Mexico. However we aren't even staying in their home, we are going to be in a tree-less 2 bedroom vacation property with my in laws. Fa-la-la-la-la. Don't get me wrong, I adore my my brother-in-law and his family and I am looking forward to spending time with them-yet there is something that just feels wrong about waking up without a tree in a strange home on Christmas morning.
So there you have it folks. For the first year in ages Rachel is the big fat scrooge. I'm hanging on for Valentine's Day.