It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year
With the kids jingle belling
And everyone telling you "Be of good cheer"
It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year
“Why is it the most wonderful time of the year, mommy?”
“That’s a good question, Payton.” Becky pounded her SUV’s horn six times. “Hey, watch where you’re goin’, buddy! Oh my goodness, people are rude… I guess, Payton, because it’s Christmas time. It’s time when we’re all supposed to be loving and giving.”
“Ohhhh…”
Becky changed the radio station.
Happy Holiday
Happy holiday, happy holiday
While the merry bells keep ringing
May your ev'ry wish come true
“Why do they call it Happy Holiday, mommy? Why do they sing about the bells, mommy?”
“Bells are happy. It’s a happy time of the year.”
As Becky changed the radio station again, another person cut in front of her—this time an elderly woman. Becky slammed on the brakes. “Unreal! These people are crazy… Sorry about that, Payton. Are you okay?”
“I’m okay, mommy.”
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“Why do they call it Holiday Joy, mommy? I thought this was Christmas.”
“It is Christmas, Payton. I guess we have to be politically correct, or something.” Becky turned into the Mega-Mall parking area. “They can’t say Christmas any more. It’s kind of sad. Okay—it looks like we’re here.”
“Yay! We’re at the mall. Santa, mommy, Santa!”
Wow… this place is packed. “Well, it looks like we’re going to be stuck in this line of cars for awhile.”
Becky changed the radio station again. This line is taking too long. I will miss the Cheap Picture-with-Santa Sale!
…But do you recall
The most famous reindeer of all?
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer
Had a very shiny nose
And if you ever saw it
You would even say it glows
“Why do they sing about reindeer and Rudolph, mommy?”
“Good question. Who knows? You know what, Payton, you sure are a ‘whys’, guy.” Becky poked Payton in the side as they giggled together.
Becky was far enough in line. Finally! She asked one of the officers who was directing traffic a question, “Officer, sir, are there any spots left?”
Payton blurted out, “We wanna see Santa!”
“We are starting to park ya on the grass. It’s a little soft, but it’ll do. Go down that way and hang a-left.”
“Thank you.”
Becky and Payton walked gloved-hand-in-mitten-hand toward the Mega-Mall.
“Unbelievable. There’s a line coming all the way out of the mall.”
“All these people are here to see Santa, Mommy?”
Just then, Becky felt someone tug her sweater. A little boy asked her, “Where’s the line to see Jesus? Is He here at the store? If Christmas time is His birthday, why don’t we see Him more?”
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