It is that time of year once again, where my husband morphs into a christmas monster. You might wonder if he accidently got on the wrong life train becasue he should have been one of Santa's elfs.

Too look upon he might be thought of as 10 miles of bad road. Not that he acts that way or anything - I don't think I could've done better - but as christmas rolls in he morphs:

We are driving around on Friday - picking up some gifts for my daughters birthday; and he changes the radio to FM-100 very deliberalty so that all the christmas music is available - he is singing along every-last-word-memorized to the tunes. The next phase (as it happens every year) is all the TV christmas specials (the oldies rouldolf, frosty, etc.) - we will watch every last one of them at least once...twice...maybe even thrice...to appease the Xmas morph. He will sing and dance and prance around - often dragging my unwilling ass along with him, in his bubbly fluff of x-mas spirit.

I have to admit though he can be rather amusing and fun in this state... :)