It’s Christmas time again, and I’ve been enjoying listing to holiday music in my car.
I find it quite festive! (My husband and teenage daughters disagree. Scrooges.)
This year is my first Christmas in Alaska, so it’s a new experience; it seems so much more authentic to listen to “Winter Wonderland” or “Jingle Bells” with a snowy backdrop.
Recently I pointed out to my husband that you could actually ride in a “one-horse open sleigh” around here.
- Me: Look at that snowy field! I can imagine a horse-drawn sleigh gliding along!
- Him: That sounds horrible.
- Me: What?! Why!
- Him: Are you crazy? It’s freezing!
- Me: But it says right there in the song, “Oh what fun it is to ride!”
- Him: It’s below zero out there! And you think it would be FUN to ride in an open sleigh?! Probably catching frostbite?
- Me: Well….
- Him: Not to mention the horse kicking up snow. And probably dumping you out of the sleigh in the process.
- Me: Come to think of it, there’s a second verse to that song where they end up in a snowbank…
- Him: Oh yeah. Sounds super fun.
Once again, my Christmas spirit is squashed.
Sigh. Let’s all mourn the passing of a lovely winter dream.