Posted tagged ‘Christmas’

I’m dreaming of…

December 25, 2010

So this evening my mom and I gathered around the computer to watch Irving Berlin’s A White Christmas,from 1954, with Bing Crosby, Danny Kayne and Rosemary Cloony, to name a few of the leads. My mom grew up watching musicals like this, State Fair. Gidget, Beach Blanket Bingo and the list goes on. So of course I have seen my fair share of them, which is probably where my love of musical theatre all began.

One of my Christmas presents was even a DVD with 10 broadway musical classics, like Ziegfeld Follies and such. My mom asked me why I don’t take time to watch more of these great classics and I realized that I don’t like to watch them because they make me sad.

I want a romance that begins with a guy swinging me around on the dance floor to a perfectly choreographed routine. I want to wear feathers, showgirl hats, fancy heels, fish nets and sport a perky, curly bob. I want my friends to harmonize with me and burst into song at restaurants, on trains, in the rain, on the street, in the bathroom and anywhere else we would happen to be breathing. I want to travel with a trunk. I want to sing and have an act with my sister. I want to have playbills and posters with my name on them. I want my life to be a musical.

But sadly I live in reality.

So as much as I adore these musicals, I can’t help but feel like I was born in the wrong decade every time I see them.

Nonetheless I do hope you  enjoyed your holiday, whatever you celebrate, and that you at least have A White Christmas within your heart this evening.

Happy Holidays!

And here is the full length movie we watched. Gotta love YouTube.

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It’s the thing where I vlog

December 25, 2010

So I thought I’d give this a shot.

Christmas is coming the geese are getting fat

December 4, 2010

So I am just full of cheesy Christmas cheer this season, which it certainly different from the Scrooge I usually am.

After a black Friday trip to my fave local thrift shop, Vale Village, where I got an awesome two-sided Christmas vest, obnoxious Christmas sweater with elves hanging off of it and the most god-awful, yet amazing denim Christmas dress, I decided it was time to get in the spirit.

I honestly think it was the vest that did it for me. I love holiday vests. Seriously. I love how obnoxious and funny and retarded they are, but I grew up loving them with sincerity.

When I was younger, my mom would get me a Halloween vest and a Christmas vest from like Wal-Mart or Target and I would wear it to school and feel excited for the upcoming holiday and get compliments from my teachers about how cute I looked. As I started to get older, chunkier and not so cute, I still wanted to wear my holiday vests, even after everyone including my mom told me they were no longer something I could pull off.

My holiday bubble was burst in intermediate school when kids and puberty are at their peak meanness. After being made fun of to a dramatic extent in 6th or 7th grade, the holiday vest wearing ceased and my holiday spirit went with it.

I am pleased to say that both the Christmas vest and spirit have returned because I no longer give a damn about what people think of me. Besides, I look really cute and I have so much fun wearing my vest.

Much to my mom’s chagrin, I have brought back Christmas music and sing every third word correctly (because does anyone really know more than the chorus to Christmas carols?) while around the house and I am really good at buying presents for myself, which has also given me joy.

Today my mom and I braved the mall to shop for my brother and my dad, although we were mostly there to “search and rescue” since the two of them are impossible to shop for. What we thought was going to be a wasted trip after the horrendous parking experience where we almost died like 6 time, turned out to be a blast from the past. We visited the Toy store, ate kids meals for lunch and I got my picture with Santa since I was wearing my Christmas vest. It was so awesome and Christmas-ey.

Santa likes to tell dirty jokes.

There is more to the whole Santa picture story, but that is for another post.

So for now, I will leave you with this great old-time Christmas song that you really have to make-up words to.