Snow was flurrying past my window this morning as I yawned and stretched my way into the kitchen to make breakfast for my friends. I could have left my clock up.
The minute Thanksgiving is over I replace my usual kitchen wall clock with this quirky little snowman number. I leave it up until March 1. Usually.
The beauty of this clock is that it plays a different Christmas carol at the top of each hour. Sixteen or so happy, joyful little infusions into my day. I say sixteen or so because the clock has a light sensor, preventing happy, joyful intrusions into my sleep. When the kitchen is dark, the clock is quiet.
Most years I have which carol plays when memorized by mid-December. The little tune plays and I know exactly what time it is. This year my brain was a bit too feeble or something to memorize the order of songs. But at least I knew generally what time it was. Late afternoon, O Come All Ye’ Faithful? Oops, better put down the project and get dressed, the hub will be home soon…
March 1 was the compromise I struck with my family. Whenever they would question the whatever of having a Christmas clock on the kitchen wall in February, I would quote the diner scene from The Rookie:
“Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire” is heard in the background.
Jimmy: “Frank, isn’t it a little late to be playing this song?”
Frank: “It’s 8:30.”
Jimmy: “It’s March.”
[Here’s the part I would quote:]
Frank: “That song’s too good to play for just one month…” “Mel Torme wrote The Christmas Song in June, on a beach somewhere. There wasn’t no Jack Frost nipping at anyone’s nose that day.”
The hub and I quote movie scenes to one another.
PLUS, I would point out, it isn’t a Christmas clock, it’s a snowman clock. As long as there is snow flying, the clock is perfectly fine.
It snows well past March 1 here, but I’m not unreasonable. So the deal was struck: The clock stays until March 1. But this year, no one said anything. So I let it ride.
I let it ride all the way until the snow started to melt and it looked like Spring might actually come after all. So on March 25, 2015 I took the clock down all on my own without a word from anyone.
And I kinda’ miss it.
And then this morning, as I stretched and yawned my way into the kitchen to make breakfast for my friends, SNOW was flurrying past my window.