If we were having coffee, I would share two Christmas memories with you.
The first is from the 70s. There were these Coca-Cola commercials when I was a little kid I found inspiring. I am not sure they were effective advertisements, though. I do not drink Coca-cola and I discourage children from drinking it.
But I want to teach the world to sing. It’s the only thing I have truly wanted out of life since I was was six years old.
The second memory is about family. Diana and I were born so far apart we landed in different generations. I am a Gen-Xer. She is . . . younger.
Diana made her debut on the great stage of humanity at the perfect moment. I was still living at home, but was at the age to not feel threatened or compete with a new sibling, and in a mood to take a part in caring for a teeny bundle of joy.
We hit it off before she could even talk. We have a brother who does not partake in our social media antics, and he landed between us in the birth order. When we were kids we loved to annoy him, especially with rhyming games that could go on for hours and with terribly off-key duets of popular songs. We worked it like a job.
This was our go-to Christmastime duet. And we didn’t just sing it to annoy our brother as a way of saying we loved him. There was joy in the singing of the song. We paid attention to the words. And we missed John Lennon, who we never really knew because he exited the stage when one of us was a little kid and the other hadn’t even been born yet.
Sadly, I cannot find a live performance.
This is Christmas.
If we were having coffee, I wouldn’t say one thing about the social media, unless you were a blogger. But if you were, I’d say I have a little something for you. It’s not much, but I hope you enjoy it and I took extra time with the wrapping.