Call it peer pressure, but everybody knows that I can’t resist being tagged to write a themed post, especially if it’s something sentimental or in any way has to do with the holidays. That’s why I’m presenting this commercial break of sorts from The Twelve Days of Edible Foodie Weirdness to share with you my Ultimate Christmas Song.
I’ve been officially tagged by friend and fellow blogger, Magz Parmenter of Tangerine Turtle. Please do check out her blog as well, where she writes all about her wonderful life in the UK with three crazy daughters, a very charming husband and the great things they do together (like cook, organize and try not to get the flu every three months).
I knew right away what my song was before I knew I was even tagged. It’s one of those songs that connect so deeply with every memory of Christmas that there need not be one set moment where one thinks back and says, “Oh yes, that was the year or the age or the season.” It is Christmas, through and through and probably always will be. It’s my whole childhood with every single song and dish and snack and piece of candy and little wrapped present all in one.
And it’s not just because my dog happened to be named Snoopy.
Guessed yet?
I honestly can’t listen to this these days without crying like a….hound? Baby? Overgrown child of the 1980′s? All of the above. And why?
I think there is just something about being the most of who you are, of all you ever could be and knowing that in the end, it’s totally and completely okay. Of all the Cellina Taormino’s I think I’m the Cellina Taorminoest.
So get your popcorn, your cranberries, beads and string, sit in front of the TV or listen to the many versions of this very classic song on the radio and cry your little self back.
Buona Natale,
Cellina – The Hopeful Foodie
