Each year, Mr. B and I venture out to the local Christmas tree farm to cut down our own pine beauty.
And every year, as soon as we decide which one is perfect for our home, a certain song starts playing in my head.
Ohhhh, I’m the happiest Christmas tree. Ho ho ho. He he he. Someone came and they found me and took me home with them.
It plays as background music to my thoughts the whole way home, and I hum and dance as we start to decorate the tree.
Ohhhh, I’m the happiest Christmas tree. Ho ho ho. He he he. Look how pretty they dressed me! Oh lucky, lucky me.
And through the entire Christmas season, I’ll catch a glimpse of the tree and hear that sweet little ditty start up in my head.
I’ve got shiny bells that jingle and tiny little lights that twinkle. Whenever anyone passes by, I blink my lights and I wink my eye.
Oh, I’m the happiest Christmas tree! Christmas day, wait and see, I’ll be laughing happily with a ho ho ho he he!
Unlike, oh, every other song to ever get stuck in my head, I never get sick of it. I can’t say it has any special meaning for me, it just brings a smile to my face. Maybe it’s just that I have a tendency to give personalities/hopes/dreams to inanimate objects and this particular song lets me know that I’m not the only one to do so. Maybe it just makes me feel a little less crazy. Then again, maybe it’s just a happy-maker.
In case you have no idea what I’m talking about, here’s Nat King Cole in all his glory:
See, it’s catchy and fabulous isn’t it?!?
Also, it should be noted that I (obviously) had this song playing while I wrote this post. Upon hearing it, Mr. B chimes in, “you know that song basically just justifies you killing a tree, right?” Ahh, that Mr. B. Always so full of Christmas cheer.