Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer {Repost}

The other night, coming home from the car dealership, the kids and I were entertaining ourselves by singing Christmas carols.  All of a sudden, Mo started belting out Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer.  I turned around and said, “No one sings that song in the car.  No one.”  Mo and Bo both said, “Why mommy?”  I had to explain how I used to sing that song and always got in trouble… it made me chuckle and now I am sharing the story again… and for the record – I didn’t sing and we also didn’t get pulled over.  Of course, I slowed down to about 10 below the posted speed limit…

When I was growing up, one of my favorite Christmas songs was Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer.  We will have to wait for Nana to chime in on a comment, but I am thinking it was maybe one of the first songs I learned.  The only problem is, as a child… it was free game to sing.  It could be the hottest day of August and I was eating an ice cream cone, sweat dripping off me… and I would still sing it.

I had different variations– the “normal” one and the one where you interject the funny things into the song.

So, let me stop the story here and explain to you how my dad had a lead foot.  I’ve told stories how we raced and he raced for years before I was born.  He got a lot of speeding tickets.

Back to the regularly scheduled post.

I would sing Rudolph in the back seat of the car all the time.  No matter if it was Christmas or not.

One day, we were coming back from a drive up to the lake.

Here we are racing driving down the road, me in the back seat singing Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer… and here come the flashing lights.

It was the police.

Dad got pulled over.

I’m sure my dad got a ticket.

The funny thing is, that wasn’t the first- or the last- time my dad got pulled over while I was singing Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer.

In fact, growing up, I thought the lights were part of the story– you know, like Rudolph’s nose lighting the way or something.

Of course, now that I have kids… I know the truth.

Dad was just driving faster to get us home so he didn’t have to hear that stupid song.  One.  More.  Time.

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Julia is the divorced mom of twins, a blogger, a sometimes crafter, crazy snailmailer, and a corporate bean counter. In her "spare" time, she scrapbooks, travels, makes cards, blogs, designs jewelry, searches for missing cleats and pom poms, enjoys good dark chocolate, and sneaks naps.