We have had enough of hearing about “holiday lights,” “holiday shopping,” “holiday songs,” and the “holiday season” that we shall have to introduce a negative post here. Now you know we are not a negative person, so really this will just be a bit of thinly disguised levity. We recently discussed with a friend what the worst Christmas songs of all time were and concluded that a top five list was in order. The criteria: A nationally popular song; as written, not as covered; although a particularly bad or good cover might tip the scales one way or the other; a cover is eligible for dishonorable mention. So here they are, our top five worst Christmas songs of all time:
1. Simply Having a Wonderful Christmas-time
2. So This is Christmas (War is Over)
3. Little Saint Nick
4. Grandma Got Run over by a Reindeer
5. Santa Baby
Do you have a Christmas song to nominate? Nominations will almost certainly make dishonorable mention.
G shot his first deer this weekend. It was a doe and he took her at 56 yards with my 20 ga. Remington Model 870.
We went to visit Grandpa last weekend and K determined not to waste a trip to Grandpa’s well-appointed workshop.
The other day we witnessed something remarkable. The crane operator at the junkyard was using his crane to extract the motors from refrigerators, obviously for the copper. The following was his process:
Upon noticing this fascinating process, the boys would mark each smashing with a chorus of “whoah!” and each tossing with a laugh. They did not want to leave so we stayed for a few more.
Against C’s better judgement, I took all three little men out of the country to go fishing and wilderness camping. Things worked out pretty well. G and B caught the biggest walleyes of the week, twenty inches a piece.
We recently overheard the following exchange in the park at an Independence Day celebration. It is worthy to be shared.
First man: “So you got first crop in already?”
Second man: “Yah, first crop and second crop!”
First man: “Second crop too!”
Second man: “Yup, just finished — two, tree days ago.”
First man: “Must o’ been quite a second crop then.”
Second man: “Yah, not as big as I was expectin’. First crop was jist great and then wit’ all dat rain and heat, second crop jist kep’ on comin’ but no, not as big as I was expectin’.”
K has been developing an extended arm for weeks. Today we built it.