Thursday, December 2, 2010

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Elvira is a Christmas song


Years and years and years ago...OK, wait. This is already not going well. Let's begin again. When the Momma was just a monsterlette ( yes, it's genetic), her Pappy started a Christmas Eve tradition. There were seven of us monsters (sounds familiar, doesn't it?) and because of that, we had the Scary Family Room of Death. The thing is, Santa doesn't come to a dirty house. And it was Christmas Eve. My monster siblings and I were having heart palpitations when Pappy dropped that little tidbit. Whaddaya MEAN Santa doesn't come to a dirty house? Our visions of sugar plums deflated like a four day old balloon. So Pappy tossed on an Oak Ridge Boys RECORD( yes, record. They are big and black and the great granpappy of the CD), cranked up the volume, and put the needle on Elvira. 

My monster siblings and I had a dang good time racing to get that Family Room clean before the end of the song. We had never heard Oom Poppa Oom Poppa Oom Poppa Mow Mow before in our lives, and we thought that was the most hysterical thing EVER. As I recall ( Pappy, I know you're reading this, so correct me if I'm wrong), we made Pappy play it over and over while we danced and acted like general idiots. We continued that tradition throughout the years, and now it is a Monster House Christmas song. Yes, really. My own monsters think I have lost my mind, but it will remain a Christmas song as long as I have breath in my body. So there. The Momma has spoken. Typed. Whatever....

Fast forward a year or two to last night. I got to see the Oak Ridge boys live, in concert, with my Pappy. It was the ultimate in Daddy/daughter dates. The show was a class act, and one that I would have had absolutely NO qualms about taking my monsters to see. It was so incredible to have that with my Pappy (Mom and the monster sis were there, too) on the first day of December, carrying on the tradition of Elvira for Christmas. And,holy cow, those Oak Ridge Boys have still got it!

I took video of a lot of that concert, and yes, I got Elvira, and Thank God for Kids, and even the part where Santa came and gave all   -ALL-    the kids in the audience a little gift.. These men are incredible not only for their singing talent and success, but also because their priorities are in order. The entire experience was a pleasure, and when we left the happiness lasted. We couldn't stop talking about it. This wasn't no Britney Spears experience. Thank God for THAT!

Tonight they'll be in Boise, Idaho. If you're anywhere near there, GO SEE THEM!!! I promise you won't regret it.

2 comments:

Big Daddy Autism said...

Holy cow. By my calculations, your parents must have around 485 grand kids. Am I right?

frazzledmomma said...

Sorry, Big Daddy. You're not right. They have 11 granbabies to spoil.

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