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A broken musical tradition

So, confession:  I 100% broke my annual tradition of waiting for Christmas music until after Thanksgiving.

Sorry, Mom!

It’s tradition in our family (like in many families) to wait until after the turkey.  Blame it on the two-sick-kids-mom-with-pink-eye-chaos-at-work-foot-of-snow-storm, but the little voice in my head said, “Girl, you need Mariah Carey, stat.”

And so it began.

For the record, there are some Thanksgivingish songs on my rockin’ playlist.  So, I think that excuses my bad behavior.  😉  This morning, this Thanksgiving morning, I’m here…  it’s loosely Thanksgiving.  Loosely.

I don’t care if the house is packed
Or the strings of light are broken
I don’t care if the gifts are wrapped
Or there’s nothing here to open

Love is not a toy, and no paper will conceal it
Love is simply joy that I’m home

I don’t care if the carpet’s stained we’ve got food upon our table
I don’t care if it’s gonna rain, our little room is warm and stable

Love is who we are, and no season can contain it
Love would never fall for that

We sing Oooo oo oo oo oo oo oooo

Let love lead us, love is Christmas

Why so scared that you’ll mess it up? When perfection keeps you haunted
All we need is your best my love, that’s all anyone ever wanted

Love is how we do, let no judgment overrule it
Love I look to you, and I sing

Let love lead us, love is Christmas
Let love lead us, love is Christmas

Love is Christmas and Thanksgiving, too.

Gobble Gobble!

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