My office Christmas party was Saturday night. We gathered at my co-workers beautiful house to celebrate the season. There are a couple of things that always happen at the office Christmas party. One is that there will be some sort of Kazoo playing going on. Second, one of our docs always promises presents potentially worth THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS, which turn out to be lottery tickets. (Nobody won thousands of dollars, but we were all thrilled when Francisco won 15!)
During the festivities my friend Margie told us about this house that has its lights synchronized to music.
“You’ve got to see it! It’s amazing! The girls will love it!”
She gave us directions and when the party wound down we bundled into the car and decided to drive over and see this wonderful house.
And it was wonderful. There were instructions on a sign in the front yard to tune the radio to 88.3. When we did that, Christmas music filled the car and the show started.
(Although this is not the actual house, this will give you some idea of what it looked and sounded like.)
The kids were captivated, as were we. We oohed and ahhed over it and then fell silent and just drank it in.
Then I heard sniffling from the backseat.
I turned around to find tears streaming down Katie’s face.
“What’s wrong, honey?”
“It’s just so beautiful. Where would the world be without music? Without music this would just be a bunch of flashing lights.”
She’s tenderhearted, that oldest child of mine.
I then heard noises coming from the other side of the backseat.
I swiveled my head around wondering what sweetness I was going to find coming from my baby.
She had a look of disgust on her face as she held up the lottery tickets we gotten earlier. She’d been busily scratching off the face of the cards.
“We didn’t win anything.”
She’s sensitive, too. Just maybe in more of a Yukon Corneilius kind of way.