Win!
We had to go rescue daddy last night by taking him his forgotten school bag. On the way, we had a couple fascinating conversations. Both my children informed me they like dancing, and then, to prove it, they did that weird wave thing where you interlock your hands. Awesome!
Also, LT sent us a Christmas CD that has the song "Shotgun Shells on a Christmas Tree"
SHOTGUN SHELLS ON A CHRISTMAS TREE
Linda Williams
Thinking back on my best Christmas day
I see snow covered fields of red Georgia clay
And my grandmother there was hardened and gruff
Cuz she never had more than just enough
I remember hearing her say,
there's work to be done even on Christmas day
There's no time or money for ribbons and wreaths
or trimming a house with a Christmas tree
Chorus
We've hung shot gun shells
On a little scrub pine
Red and green and brass that would shine
They still decorate my memories
Shot gun shells on the Christmas tree
My dad just ignored my grandma's decree
And he took me hunting for a Christmas tree
There in the fields with the rabbits and squirrels
Were more shotgun shells than I'd seen in the world
We crunched through the snow to a place he knew well
While he picked out a tree I was picking up shells
I already see them there in my mind
Tied on the tree with pieces of twine
Chorus
That house had a tree for the very first time
A Christmas Red Clay North Georgia Pine
Even my grandmother came in to help
We strung it with four,(?) ten(?) and 12 gauge shells
I never seen such a smile on her face
She laughed as we set the table places
Then what a sight it was to see
Chorus
Shot gun shells on a Christmas tree
Shot gun shells on a Christmas tree
And I had this totally cool conversation with Baz about why someone would be poor enough that they wouldn't have ornaments, and how people got poor, and whether we were poor, and what we could do about other people being poor. And on one level, I need to be teaching him this, but on the other hand, I am so glad to be teaching him, instead of explaining to him that Santa can't always find our house. We are very lucky.
(she sent me the Arrogant Worms Christmas CD)
Also, LT sent us a Christmas CD that has the song "Shotgun Shells on a Christmas Tree"
SHOTGUN SHELLS ON A CHRISTMAS TREE
Linda Williams
Thinking back on my best Christmas day
I see snow covered fields of red Georgia clay
And my grandmother there was hardened and gruff
Cuz she never had more than just enough
I remember hearing her say,
there's work to be done even on Christmas day
There's no time or money for ribbons and wreaths
or trimming a house with a Christmas tree
Chorus
We've hung shot gun shells
On a little scrub pine
Red and green and brass that would shine
They still decorate my memories
Shot gun shells on the Christmas tree
My dad just ignored my grandma's decree
And he took me hunting for a Christmas tree
There in the fields with the rabbits and squirrels
Were more shotgun shells than I'd seen in the world
We crunched through the snow to a place he knew well
While he picked out a tree I was picking up shells
I already see them there in my mind
Tied on the tree with pieces of twine
Chorus
That house had a tree for the very first time
A Christmas Red Clay North Georgia Pine
Even my grandmother came in to help
We strung it with four,(?) ten(?) and 12 gauge shells
I never seen such a smile on her face
She laughed as we set the table places
Then what a sight it was to see
Chorus
Shot gun shells on a Christmas tree
Shot gun shells on a Christmas tree
And I had this totally cool conversation with Baz about why someone would be poor enough that they wouldn't have ornaments, and how people got poor, and whether we were poor, and what we could do about other people being poor. And on one level, I need to be teaching him this, but on the other hand, I am so glad to be teaching him, instead of explaining to him that Santa can't always find our house. We are very lucky.
(she sent me the Arrogant Worms Christmas CD)