You Can Do It, Sam

Santa brought my son a bunch of new books including You Can Do It, Sam by Amy Hest.

It was a hit the moment we first cracked it open, reading if about five times that day – and three times in a row.

You Can Do It, Sam is about a little bear and his mom, who makes cakes for their neighbours on Plum Street.

On Saturday after the nap that didn’t happen, my son and I baked chocolate cupcakes.

And just like Sam, my guy waited impatiently for the chocolate goodness to bake, then waited until they cooled so we could ice them and decorate them with the dinosaur sprinkles we got from my aunt.

We then placed them on plates, put on name tags and, like Sam, delivered cupcakes to our friends on our street.

Too Much Christmas Music?

There was a great piece on the radio a week ago where the reporter interviewed retail employees on their view of Christmas music.

Apparently if you work 12-hour days, Christmas music gets a little less – well – jolly.
On one man’s hit list was the Little Drummer Boy.

I have been listening to Christmas music since November. I realize I, too, have a Christmas music hit list.

It includes:

Santa Baby. I hate this song because it screams commercialism. If you want something from Tiffany’s, buy it yourself. Santa shouldn’t be bringing you that or a car in baby blue. However, it has a catchy tune.

Oh Christmas Tree. Speed it up, people.
First Day of Christmas. Apparently it will cost more than $900,000 to purchase everything from maids a milking to a partridge in a pear tree. The reason? The cost of gold is going up.

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus. This song makes this list not because I don’t like it, but because it makes me nervous.

Do They Know It’s Christmas. I also like this song but can some please explain this line: ‘So tonight thank god it’s them, instead of you’?
Is it just me or is that really awful?