Do you know what I wrote on Sunday? I wrote how my husband makes me smile and feel beautiful. You know how long I have been married? 29 years. My husband is kind, sweet, caring, and, yeah, he makes me feel mushy inside. Do you think our 29 years together have been complete bliss? Ha! You bet, but every year right after Thanksgiving an insidious tune slithers into my otherwise delightful existence.
From Thanksgiving to Christmas I am married to 2 men– my legal spouse and Maurice Chevalier. My otherwise sensible, responsible, trustworthy and analytical man loses his mind over a song about Johnny wanting a pair of skates.
Ron sings, in the worst French accent, with Mr. Chevalier. “Lean your ear this way.” Ron sings, in the worst French accent, without Mr. Chevalier. “Susie wants a sleigh.” Ron sent me a YouTube video of “Jolly Old St. Nicholas”, so I would not forget my second, albeit temporary husband, Mr. Chevalier.
To maintain a marriage for the long term, well, you kinda, hafta, need to overlook your partner’s idiosyncrasies. Now, Ron got lucky. I have no ill manners or quirky, irritating peculiarities. But to preserve my stable, loving union, I tolerate Ron’s perpetual allegiance to “Jolly Old St. Nicholas.” My advice to you, dear reader, is if your partner begins singing in an awful French accent, beware, because Maurice Chevalier may soon follow. It is not so bad if you want skates, a sleigh or a book with yellow, blue and red, because dear Santa Claus knows best.