“Hey Google!” I heard my 6-year-old twins chorus upstairs when they were supposed to be in math class on their iPads. “Play Mariah Carey’s Oh, Santa!”
Christmas songs can be heard in my house far into January and beyond. My girls, who love to sing anyways, especially love to belt out their favorite Christmas songs, both classic and contemporary. This year they fell in love with Mariah Carey after watching the very glittery Mariah Carey’s Magical Christmas Special, proudly letting me know, “We’re her biggest fans!” On top of learning new Christmas songs, the musical gave me the opportunity to explain the meaning of new vocabulary words like “diva” and “cleavage”–thank you Mariah!
Their incessant singing drives my husband and son crazy, but I love to sing along. Growing up, songs were not something to passively listen to, but something to actively join in on. My mom and I sang along with the radio, CD, comercials, musicals…if it had a tune, we joined in (probably driving my dad and brother crazy, but I never noticed). Every once in a while, though, I find myself just listening to the girls as they sing, noticing the words that they don’t quite get right:
“You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, Connor and Cupid and Donald and Blitzen…”
But my favorite original rendition by far was Silent Night:
“Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright,
Round yon virgin mother and child,
Holy Imbecile, tender and mild…”
Sometimes the only thing to do is laugh and join them!