What do you MEAN you don't like Christmas music?

Boyfriend and I put up our Christmas tree last weekend. It was my idea because he just doesn't really get into Christmas. Or his birthday. Or any other day for that matter. He's just not an excitable person. I however, will jump up and down and squeal at the mere sight of a Christmas present. Even if its not for me.

Anyways, I sent Boyfriend out to the garage to get the bins. When he came back in, I was blasting Little Drummer Boy and dancing around with my dog.

Boyfriend stopped dead in his tracks and said, “What the Hell is that?”

I looked around. Didn’t see anything weird. Wiped my face thinking something was on it. Nothing. I looked down at the dog. He looked fine. “What is what?”

“That awful music.”

It was my turn to freeze. “You don’t like Christmas music?”

“No.”

“How can you not like Christmas music?”

“It’s usually really depressing.”

“Not all Christmas songs are depressing.”

“Name one.”

“This one.”

“Little Drummer Boy is about a little boy who was too poor to buy Jesus anything and the only thing that he could do was play Jesus a song on the drums.”

“Ok, bad example.” I started to think. I’ll be Home for Christmas. Nope. Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. Definitely not. Ah...“Rudolph!”

“No one would let him join in any reindeer games. He was sad.”

“The Hippopotamus song.”

“The little girl is NOT going to get a hippo for Christmas. She will be devastated.”

Then I just growled at him. “It doesn’t matter. We have to listen to Christmas music while we put up the tree. It’s a rule.”

“Says who?”

“Me.” I shrugged and started putting our artificial COLOR CODED tree together. Yeah, it’s an awesome tree and I don’t have to water it.

Well, Boyfriend starts going through my Christmas ornaments and becomes extremely happy that everything is blue and silver. Then he found my cute little icicle ornaments. And used every single one of them on the tree. There are more of those ornaments than any other ones. But hey, he was getting into the Christmas spirit, so I let him decorate however he wanted, even though I’m VERY particular about my Christmas tree. Compromise at its best.

So while we were putting on the final touches, I heard him humming to the song that had just come on.

“There! Rocking Around the Christmas Tree! Not depressing!”

He stopped and thought about it for a second. “What if someone can’t afford a Christmas tree to rock around?”

“Oh just stop. Love the Christmas music or don’t talk to me about it.”

Once the tree was complete, Boyfriend took a picture of it and posted it on his Facebook. Christmas spirit was starting to ooze outta him.

Cell phone quality. Gotta love it.

He then hung the stockings. Then he complained that it wasn’t snowing. Then he made hot cocoa for the both of us complete with mini marshmallows. And then he put in The Grinch (Jim Carrey version) and we sat cuddled up on the couch watching it. When the movie was over he said, “I love our Christmas tree.”