Christmas in March
Last weekend, friends invited us over to their place for dinner. Gretchen and her friend met through our daughters, and Mädchen and their daughter are good friends.
When we finished dinner, their daughter asked to sing a song. Turns out they have a tradition that when they've finished dinner and their daughter has been a girl, she picks a song and they all hold hands and sing together. So we sang something basic like "The Itsy Bitsy Spider" and prepared to get ready for dessert.
But then Mädchen decided that it was only fair that she should get to choose a song to sing also. Fair enough--at least until she decided she wanted to sing "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer." We tried to convince her to choose something else, but to no avail. So there we were, all six of us holding hands around the table on the first day of March, singing about Rudolph (at least it was snowing outside at the time, so there was a holiday feel to it).
Add this to the list of things I never in a million years would have imagined myself doing...
When we finished dinner, their daughter asked to sing a song. Turns out they have a tradition that when they've finished dinner and their daughter has been a girl, she picks a song and they all hold hands and sing together. So we sang something basic like "The Itsy Bitsy Spider" and prepared to get ready for dessert.
But then Mädchen decided that it was only fair that she should get to choose a song to sing also. Fair enough--at least until she decided she wanted to sing "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer." We tried to convince her to choose something else, but to no avail. So there we were, all six of us holding hands around the table on the first day of March, singing about Rudolph (at least it was snowing outside at the time, so there was a holiday feel to it).
Add this to the list of things I never in a million years would have imagined myself doing...
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