Christmas Music Confessional
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I'm not Catholic.
In the movies, everyone is always Catholic.
Well, except in The Preacher's Wife.
Though I'm not Catholic, I do wish I had to go to Confession sometimes. I don't want to get into the whole deal about me confessing my sins to a priest. I don't necessarily want to do that. I just think I'd like to go into that itty-bitty room and just spill everything.
(While I've never been into a confessional booth, I have been in my friend Mari's old telephone booth that her parents used to have in the corner of their living room back in the 80s. It looked confession booth-ish and I totally went inside that thing all the time.)
So, when Kim from The Fordeville Diaries offered up an opportunity to be involved in a "confessional", I was all over it. It's almost like a dream come true!!
We are confessing which Christmas songs we like to sing when no one is around. The cheesier, the merrier. Here's the deal with me, though: I like to sing them when people are around. Namely, my husband and my sister. Also, my kids. Nothing brings me more joy than seeing someone cup their hands over their ears while yelling, "STOP! STOP! HAVE MERCY!"
My two very favorite Christmas songs to sing, I confess, are:
Holly Jolly Christmas
and
Jingle Bell Rock
Wanna know why?
I can sing both in a really, really annoying away.
See, with Holly Jolly Christmas all the words just flow so well and the vowels can be strung out in the most irritating way ever. Once I get started on this song, I have to finish the whole thing because the urge is so unbearably strong. Even if it is 11:30 p.m.
"Kelley, no one is singing Christmas carols at 11:30 at night. Go to bed already," said my husband last night.
"HO! HO! THE MISTLETOE!"
(The irony that the guy is yelling "ho" and then talking about mistletoe is not lost on me.)
"Kelley. Seriously? You are seriously singing Christmas carols right now?"
"Have a HOlly, JOlly Christmas. It's the best time of the year. Say heeeeeeeellooooooooooo to friends you knooooooooow...." I continued to belt out with hand motions.
But, my VERY, VERY, VERY favorite part of the song?
"Oh, BY GOLLY, have a holly, jolly Christmas THIS YEAR." (cue sax guy)
Oh, man. That is good stuff.
I love Jingle Bell Rock, too, because it is one of the only Christmas carols I can tear up on the piano.
"Anyone in the mood for Jingle Bell Rock? I GOT IT! I'LL TEAR THAT MESS UP RIGHT HERE ON THIS STEINWAY. Who's down?" is something I want to yell out at every Christmas party with a piano.
"...dancing and prancing in Jingle Bell Square...in the frosty aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir!!!!!!!!" says me as I sway my head back like Elton John and Jingle Bell rock out on the black and white keys.
The BEST part of that song, and I don't care how much you want to argue over this one because I will take you down, is...
"What a bright time, it's the right time, to rock the night away. Jingle Bell time is a SWELL time....to go a-glidin' in a one-horse sleeeeeeeeigh. Giddy-up, Jingle Horse, pick up your feet, jingle around the cloooooooooooooock, a mix and a mingle and a jing-a-ling beat. That's the jingle bell, THAT'S THE JINGLE BELL, that's the jingle bell roooooooooooock!!!"
Well, goodness gracious, I practically sang the whole dern thing.
(When I want to be extra annoying, I sing it like an 80s hair band would sing it. Actually, one of my all-time best talents is being able to sing just about any song in a very 80s hair band sort of way.)
This confessional post probably would've been best delivered via v-log, so you could actually hear my renditions, don't you agree? Why are you shaking your head violently from side to side? Haha!! You are going to hurt your neck doing that! Hahahaha!! Anyway, one of these days I'll do that sort of thing when I'm ready for my family to never speak to me again.
Now, your turn.
Confess.