My granddaughter and I have been putting on a few miles lately, as we travel around Up North. I enjoy the driving and the scenery, so I’m easily entertained, but I wanted to make sure Goodnight enjoyed the driving, too.
We made a stop at a thrift store yesterday and while GN was in a different section of the store, I browsed through the music CDs. Though I do not collect Christmas music like I collect Christmas videos, I spotted two music CDs that I though would pass the time very nicely. I got much more than I hope for with my purchase that required mere coins and no paper bill.
As we drove from one location to another, I asked GN to be in charge of the music – no personal devices and no headphones! She put in the first CD. It was a mixture of artists singing one Christmas song apiece. It was Ricky Martin’s version of “Ay Ay Ay It’s Christmas” that got her going . . . well got us both going. Neither of us had heard it before. Each time she hit repeat, she turned the volume up a bit.
Ay, ay, ay, it’s Christmas and I don’t know what to do
Ay, ay, ay, it’s Christmas and I don’t have a gift for you
I can give you ay, ay, ay, all you need is ay, ay, ay
Un poquito ay, ay, ay, on this Christmas night, yeah.
We listened to it several times before we played out the rest of the CD. It had a great beat.
The next CD was a collection of what I would have called children’s Christmas songs, but it ended up entertaining a teen and a gram, too.
We were rolling merrily along and enjoying the tunes until “Percy, the Puny Poinsettia” played. Goodnight laughed so hard that we couldn’t hear all the words. She picked up the CD case to tell me the name of the song and discovered there was a lyric sheet inside. She pulled it out, hit repeat and sang along. I Loved that moment! I think we listened to it three or four times before we let the CD go to the next song.
I know, it’s not Christmas now. But my point was to make the driving pleasant and that was the result. Good memories for both of us. I love my granddaughter’s easy willingness to do things that may not be considered ‘cool’ all the time. Thanks, Sweetie!
Road trips with my mom usually meant one of her oldies radio stations. My sister and I didn’t mind because the music was so much fun. And that was kind of the point for the three of us. There would be time for us to go into our own worlds with our own music, but the road trip was about the three of us.
I really enjoy those memories now.
Travis: Good to read tht you enjoy the memories now. It gives me hope that GN will have a lot to look back on with favor.