Do you know how many days it has been since Christmas? 225. How do I know that? Because that is precisely how many times I have had to sing Frosty the freakin’ Snowman to Noah at bedtime since Christmas ended. Okay, that’s an exaggeration since I only have him half the time, but 112 and a half times is still a lot!
I guess I should think it’s awesome that Noah loves Christmas. He loves everything about it, just like his dad does. The trees, the lights, the food, the presents, the songs… especially Frosty the Snowman. Every night I ask him, Noah, what song do you want? I want Frosty! Noah, let’s pick something else, we sing that every night. No dad, I love that song, I want Frosty! Come on Noah, do you want me to help you pick one? Mmmm… no. I just want Frosty, dad. Fine, Frosty it is.
And then I sing it. Every verse, every word. If I try to skip, he calls me on it. Of course, it’s not all bad. We have our favorite moment when the song sings, “he led them down the streets of town, right to that traffic cop. And he only paused, a moment when, he heard him holler…” And then Noah whispers stop. Louder, says dad. Stoooooooop, Noah whispers again. Louder, yells dad! And so the game goes until Noah startles dad straight into the air by screaming at the top of his lungs, STOP! Oh, you scared me, says dad… every single night.
And to make matters worse, I started singing Christmas songs to Noah clear back in October. Yes, that’s how early I started celebrating Christmas in 2009. I think in 2010, I’ll start celebrating it on December 24th, at 8pm. There are still some stores open for Christmas shopping then, right?
But seriously. The song is starting to grate. Come on, Frosty, melt already. That’s all I ask. Give me a month or two. Please. It was over a hundred degrees outside today. You shouldn’t be able to survive. Unless, of course, you have the love of a three-year-old keeping you going.
Maybe it’s Noah’s comfort song. We all have our comfort songs, don’t we? Maybe Noah knows that as long as dad is around to sing that song, dad is around. And that’s okay. I’ll sing it to him every night until he doesn’t need Frosty or his stupid magical hat anymore.
Anybody else’s kids ever get stuck on the same nightly song over, and over, and over, and over, and over?
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing