Every year for the past several years, we’ve bought new Christmas music for Christmas. By now, we have a decent variety of styles and singers, from Bing Crosby, Dean Martin, and Frank Sinatra, to Andrea Bocelli and Josh Groban; from Olivia Newton-John to Jewel; from Ella Fitzgerald to “Celtic Woman.” This year, we exchanged the Christmas music we bought you for a Disney Christmas CD for the girls. I thought that was sweet of you. So yesterday, I bought you a Christmas CD featuring “today’s top country artists.” You love country music and I noticed we don’t own any Christmas music by country artists. Your CD should arrive at our house in the next few days. I’m trying to keep it a secret so you’ll be surprised when it comes. (I’ve kept this blog a secret; certainly I can keep a CD a secret for a few days.)
Speaking of country music, I must confess something. I no longer hate country music with a passion–I tolerate it. I think it’s because you’ve hammered it into me for years. What’s worse, there are a few songs I like. In fact, a couple of times, you caught me liking certain country songs. For example, one time you turned the station on the radio from one such song and I asked you why you turned it. You said that you were tired of that song. “You can turn it back if you want.” “I’m okay,” you said. “You don’t need to turn it because of me.” “Really, it’s okay.” “Okay, turn it back because I want to listen to that song!” These songs are few and far between, though, so don’t get any big ideas.
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