Christmas in July

 

As a confirmed winter-lover, I’m already enchanted with everything about December.  No gilding necessary. But hot weather for a long stretch makes me wonder if autumn will ever arrive again.  Here comes Hallmark with their annual tradition  – Christmas movies in the summer.  This year they’re calling it *Gold Crown Christmas.  *Turner Classic Movies also has the holiday spirit.

Here on the warm West Coast, we’re planning our own (very) small Christmas In July celebration.  Decorations: A tiny, battery-operated tabletop tree already arrived from eBay.  Assembly time, one minute. Supper: Each of us is choosing one dish we love most from Christmas Past.  There’s a strong possibility our meal will consist entirely of carbs.

Gifts: Spending limit $5.  That’s ONE gift to buy for under $5 and we’ll draw numbers to see who gets which. I see myself at Target at that department in front of the store where grandkids linger and items run about $1 to $3.99.

The Grand, newly teen-aged and busy with her rock-star crushes, asked if her mom ever had a crush on an old guy? Yes she did, Bing Crosby and Fred Astaire, among others. This Christmas-In-July, The Daughter plans to introduce The Grand to Bing, starting our afternoon movie watching with White Christmas.

*Heads up – Hallmark kicks off on June 29th in case you’re recording, with movies too numerous to list. 

*Turner Classic Movies has Christmas in Connecticut on July 4th, Holiday Inn on the 5th and Meet Me In St. Louis on the 17th.

White Christmas is on Netflix anytime.

 

 

 

Kid walks into a greeting card store…

We are looking for a card for her mommy. She used to draw her own cards and they were filled to the edges with hearts and flowers and xxxxoooo, but since she learned to read, she prefers to pick one herself from the selection at Target.

When I’m in her town, we shop together. It turns out many of the cards on the bottom rows – the only part of the rack she can reach – are the ones featuring bad puns and broad humor. She’s loving this. I reach up to show her several cards with sweet sayings.

Me: “Look, they have other kinds of cards here too.”

She’s 7. She loves princesses and pink, but is equally fond of gross, and, I quickly learn, she’s a very independent shopper. Her sense of humor involves all things icky and yucky, and when rude sounds can be incorporated, all the better. If memory serves, her Mother’s Day card featured a monkey. For Easter, she chose a card with two cartoon rabbits teasing each other.

She: “This is hilarious!”

Me: “Or, here’s another pretty one.”

She: (offended) “Mom will like this one.”

And she was right, of course.

Until she gets taller, the sentiment is circumstantial, and based on what I’ve seen of the bottom row, her mom can expect lots of animal jokes and things that pop out when she opens her cards. Mom may someday receive more hearts and flowers, but she’ll have to wait ‘til her kid can reach the next rows up.

© Anita Garner 2012