I have a confession to make today. You see…a few years ago, Nathan acquired the Bob Dylan Christmas album. The first time we listened to it I was appalled. Really and truly appalled. How could anyone actually listen without cringing? That voice. That horrible voice. But listen to it we did. Over and over. And you wouldn’t imagine the delight that came over his face the next year when he realized it was time to break out Bob Dylan Christmas again.
Since then I have taken every opportunity possible to make fun of the album and Nathan’s love of it. I groan every time it is played in our home. I’ve taken it out of the cd player. (I haven’t gone to the extent of hiding it. That would be mean).
So what’s my confession, you ask? Today when I turned on the cd player craving some Christmas music while I prepared lunch, Bob Dylan Christmas came on….and I listened to the whole thing….when Nathan was not even home. Now I did not choose to listen to it, but when it came on I did make the choice to leave it playing.
You see, Bob Dylan Christmas is growing on me. Not growing on me in the sense that I think Bob Dylan has a good voice or that I want to listen to it all the time. It is growing on me because it is a Christmas tradition for our family. Bob Dylan Christmas is as much a part of our Christmas as baking cookies and advent calendars and lights on the tree.
So I listened to Bob Dylan Christmas without Nathan there. The boys enjoyed it. Elias even sang along. I’m sure we’ll listen to it again. (Now will someone check my ears? I think they may be bleeding……)