Bruno and The Fat Man

Yesterday was a full rich day for the boys. Starting with meeting the Big Guy in the morning, they made it on time to do the pool for the final swim of the term (both are moving ahead, thank you for asking), and a little time to recharge before the evening's tree lighting activities.

As you can see, both were ecstatic to meet the jolly happy soul.

The morning's events signaled the start of the holiday season, for all intents and purposes, and for the rest of the day, we sang Christmas Carols and I hunted for all the holiday music I could find (which really just involved doing a search on iTunes for that genre). Older Son was intent on learning Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, so we happily obliged, singing it start to finish over and over again. I could go on and on about what I think the major themes to that song are, but I know The Lovely Wife would cock her eyebrow and mutter something about humming bugs, so I'll just keep that to myself.

Clearly the highlight of Older Son's learning of everyone's favourite song about caribou (how many do you know?) is how, somewhere in the middle of the song, Rudolph becomes "Bruno". This is possibly because two Tom Chapin songs we like feature characters called Bruno. Whatever the reason, we chuckle quietly and allow Bruno with his nose so bright to guide the sleigh that foggy Christmas eve.

The tree lighting turned out to be better than I had thought: the weather was nice, and for the most part, the kids danced around the town square and had a good time while relatively unknown singers played on stage. The climax of the evening arrived about 20 minutes too late, if you ask me. This is only because both kids hit the wall and couldn't be bothered to enjoy the lit-up trees and the squealing fireworks. But hey, the hot chocolate was good. If there was any doubt as to how tired the kids were when we arrived home at 8:30 pm, I present you with the following evidence:

He got away without brushing his teeth that night.

Who knew that the holiday season took so much stamina? Personally, for me, stamina falls somewhere between braving the mall crowds on the 23rd and not starting too early on the Christmas Day Irish coffees. I'd better go into training.

Posted bythemikestand at 3:16 PM  

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cronznet said... 1:14 PM, November 26, 2007  

How could he have brushed his teeth when he seems to have lost his head somewhere along the way?

I felt the same way about Santa's lap as your oldest appears to.

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