Sleepy still, and its cold in my kitchen, and my bare feet on the frigid tile floor begin to ache, and all I can think is, I need a cup of tea. I really want a cup of coffee but we are out of beans. Oops. But tea will be a welcome substitution in a pinch.
I open the dishwasher door and am greeted by a musical sound. I think it might be Lyndon’s phone? Did he change his ringtone to Dashing Thru the Snow? I doubt it, I think. He’s not usually that festive.
I take out a knife and close the door, puzzled.
I peek back in the dishwasher, curious, and the music begins again, and it makes me smile. The dishwasher is fairly new and a little bit fancy and I think, Wow. They programmed this thing to play Christmas music for the holidays. And I wonder if it will be a new tune every day, or what?
I make the tea and start the breakfast and when Lyndon comes downstairs I say, Go and open the dishwasher door.
He does and it plays its music, and we both look at each other, smiling. Cool, he says.
I take my new Christmas mug out of the dishwasher, the mug I got for free with my recent purchases at our local second-hand store, and we sit down to eat.
I pour our teas and when I raise my new cup for a sip, if it doesn’t begin playing Dashing Through the Snow.
We look at each other.
It was the mug, I say, a little sheepishly.
And to tell you the truth, I am a little bit disappointed. Because a dishwasher playing Christmas music is cute and magical.
But a mug sounding off each time it’s raised for a sip is, well, just annoying.