The Beginning of the End to Christmas: Part I

Early October... the leaves are falling... I'm sitting at my computer with a 75% chance that I am either google drifting (http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=google+drifting ), Internet stalking or lurking on msn waiting for someone to talk to me.. when lo and behold my parents send me an e-mail... ( I know its kind of surprising that my parents know how to use the Internet considering every time they want to watch a DVD they have to phone my brother and get him to coach them through the process.. I kid you not... but hey, I should not talk considering that I once went three days without watching TV because I couldn't figure out how to turn the satellite box on.) The point is I received an e-mail from my parents including the following excerpts:

Greetings E:
For "the miracle's" b.d. party they are planning on having it ...in Calgary now on the Nov. 11th weekend......... This is also the time we will be celebrating Xmas as they are gone to 1) Disneyworld for a week at the beginning of Dec. and 2)Scotland for Xmas. Talk to you later..............remember we are only buying Xmas gifts for "the miracle" this year..............Love, MOM

What? Did my parents just cancel Christmas? Did my parents just move Christmas up six weeks to accommodate a trip to Disneyworld? Someone gets to go to Disneyworld and it isn't me? No gifts? But where I am going to replenish my supply of Christmas socks and gum? What's going on? Why doesn't anybody love me?

I was in my own personal shock when my friend Ginger Champagne sent me this shocking revelation:

"I think that your family is merely indicating to you that el Miricalo has become their personal Jesus and they just want you to come over and be saved. Think about it... thinkkkk about it."

Well what could I do but make a pilgrimage to Calgary to celebrate the birth of the miracle of life?

Long time ago... in Calgary
Or so the birth announcement say,
Sister's girl-child, "miracle of life"
was born near Remembrance day.

(Ok so that song parody was lame... I admit it... I'm not Wierd Al.. and I am certainly no Lonely Island Group.. but that doesn't stop me from loving Bony M and wanting to incorporate them into every part of my life. "Rasputin" at my first born's baptism and "Dancing Queen" at my funeral - I say! Oh wait Dancing Queen is by ABBA... but 70's- ish super-group.. same-same. Good Lord - I just did a wikipedia search for Bon(e)y M to see what other songs they sing because I could only recall "Rasputin" and "Mary's Boy Child".. and there was no entry... someone needs to get on that and fast. Add that to the list of tragedies I've witnessed in my life, along with attending a Shania Twain concert.)

And so began.. the best pre-holiday Christmas spent in Calgary ever.....

Tomorrow's Post: Journey to Calgary to Follow the Star.