Christmas Blues
I have a problem around this time of year. It's kind of embarrassing, but I'm hoping I'm not the only one.
It goes like this:
I'll hear it.
And I'll think, "No, it can't be. They wouldn't play THAT song. Not here! It must be some other song."
Then a few more seconds will go by, and I'll realize:
They're playing Christmas Shoes.
So I tell myself I'll just ignore it. I talk to John a little louder. I try humming It's A Small World. But it's no use:
I start listening, in spite of myself.
And ninety seconds later:
And I turn to John for support, but he's crying, too, so we're BOTH like:
And THAT is why I'm never going back to that Honey Baked Ham outlet.
Thanks to Hannah F., Kimberly S., Linda M., Anony M., Rachel S., Marissa C., Jodee R., Kizzie F., & David G. who might claim they don't cry at Christmas Shoes, but if so they're filthy, filthy liars.
And just in case you've never had the pleasure, here it is. BUT DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU.
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