I'm still basking in the afterglow of Christmas. Fortunately, I'm still In Birmingham, Alabama, (Mountainbrook) so I don't have to deal with the usual after-Christmas messes. Instead, I have a wonderful mother-in-law who is the most gracious hostess, cooking meals to die for and treating us like royalty. Spending Christmas here has become sort of a family tradition. It's a different world in Mountainbrook; Southern hospitality, beautiful houses, and beautiful people. Not that you can't find beauty anywhere else, but you've never seen so many people looking so good. Even in the grocery store. Heck, even the joggers look like they've stepped out of a magazine. And good hair...it's like Salon Heaven. We always attend Christmas Eve service (another tradition) at Austin's parents' church, and I find myself getting distracted from the wonderful sermon by all the incredible hair. And that's saying a lot because I love their paster.
There are lots of great memories here. Everyone gathering around the Christmas tree to open presents on Christmas morning, followed later on by a Christmas dinner that's legendary, and one of my fondest memories comes from the family Christmas party, which has been in existance since before my husband was born. Family members from all over the country gather to celebrate family and Christmas. That particular year, when my son was about 4, the party was held in a castle. Yes, a castle, built as a replica of one in England, complete with secret entrances. We were all crowded on the grand staircase to sing Christmas carols and had just started singing, "Jingle bells, jingle bells..." when this little voice popped up. "Stop. Stop. You're singing it all wrong. It's 'Dashing through the snow.'" Every voice stopped and stared at the offender. It was my son, who was not about to let us start in the middle of the song. Then everyone burst out laughing because he was right. We were singing it wrong. We still laugh about that. What a great memory.
Something happened this Christmas that will live in our memories for a long while. Nothing to do with Santa Claus, botched Christmas carols, or the birth of Christ. We got caught in a Flash Mob. No kidding. Right in the middle of a movie theater in Birmingham, trying to watch the latest Mission Impossible. During the most exciting part of the movie, a mob of teenagers rushed the theater, running and screaming up the aisles.
We sat dumbfounded as they found seats, dozens of them, laughing and shouting all the while. Finally, after the shock wore off, Austin yelled out for them to shut up. They got a little quieter, and then after a minute the movie stopped. Again, at an incredibly exciting part. Everyone sat staring at the screen, waiting, waiting...we had no idea what was happening and no one came in to tell us. Of course my writer's mind was coming up with all kinds of interesting (and troublesome) scenarios. Like the movie guy had been murdered and no one had figured it out yet.
Someone yelled out that anyone without a ticket had better get out and half the theater emptied. The mob left, along with most of the moviegoers who were disgusted by this time. A few minutes later, a policeman came in and said there was a mob situation out front and we should stay in our seats while they dealt with it. Some people returned to their seats, and a minute later, the movie came back on. (A very good movie.)
The cops were still outside when we came out, but the mob was contained, or at a distance. They were just kids. Apparently, a bunch of middle and high school kids had organized the flash mob on Facebook. They hit two theaters with the intention of causing chaos and shutting them down and afer being thrown out, they had to wait for rides to get home. Poor parents had probably been told that they were just dropping Little Johnny off to see a movie and to pick him up at 9:30. All this for a joke. It wasn't much of a joke to the rest of us. We missed five minutes of important dialog in the movie, not to mention being freaked out. On Christmas!!! So our Christmas was once again memorable, and in one way I could have done without, but I guess memories come in different packages.
So how was your holiday? Good, bad, or bizarre?