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Penguin anecdote
Jan. 4th, 2007 09:35 amThis is the next installment in my series of "what I did over Christmas vacation."
Before going to see my parents, my mom asked me if the kids had seen "Happy Feet" and liked it. They hadn't, but the question should have warned me.
When we pulled up to their house, there was a giant inflatable lit-up penguin in the front yard. Upon entering the house, there were at least a dozen different plush penguins of various sizes in the living room. We went out to cut down a Christmas tree that afternoon, and when we brought it home, my mom pulled out a big pile of white spherical Christmas ornaments on which she had drawn penguins and winter landscapes. She also grabbed some of the stuffed toys and put those in the tree as ornaments.
My parents put one of their favorite penguin toys under the tree. It featured a snowman and two penguins. When you pushed the button, the snowman would light up and dance, the penguins would ring the jingle bells attached to wing or tail, and the three would cheerily sing a song about the Penguin Party House.
For Christmas, I got a large (~6in diameter) blue glass Christmas tree ornament with a picture of a skating penguin on it. For our 2-foot tall fake Christmas tree, I guess. The boys each got a small plush penguin chick (non-singing) plus an animatronic singing penguin. When you pushed the button, it would light up and start singing in an incredibly loud Chipmunk-style voice,
and so on. Alas, I was prevented from accidentally-on-purpose leaving them behind because my parents checked over our room to make sure we got everything. I can't even give them away, because my mom thoughtfully marked each penguin with my kids' initials so they could tell which was whose.
You know, I used to like penguins.
Before going to see my parents, my mom asked me if the kids had seen "Happy Feet" and liked it. They hadn't, but the question should have warned me.
When we pulled up to their house, there was a giant inflatable lit-up penguin in the front yard. Upon entering the house, there were at least a dozen different plush penguins of various sizes in the living room. We went out to cut down a Christmas tree that afternoon, and when we brought it home, my mom pulled out a big pile of white spherical Christmas ornaments on which she had drawn penguins and winter landscapes. She also grabbed some of the stuffed toys and put those in the tree as ornaments.
My parents put one of their favorite penguin toys under the tree. It featured a snowman and two penguins. When you pushed the button, the snowman would light up and dance, the penguins would ring the jingle bells attached to wing or tail, and the three would cheerily sing a song about the Penguin Party House.
For Christmas, I got a large (~6in diameter) blue glass Christmas tree ornament with a picture of a skating penguin on it. For our 2-foot tall fake Christmas tree, I guess. The boys each got a small plush penguin chick (non-singing) plus an animatronic singing penguin. When you pushed the button, it would light up and start singing in an incredibly loud Chipmunk-style voice,
I like to J! -i-n- G! -l-e Bells!
I like to J! -i-n- G! -l-e Bells!
I like to J! -i-n- G! -l-e b-e- double-ell -s,
I like to J! -i-n- G! -l-e Bells!
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way...
and so on. Alas, I was prevented from accidentally-on-purpose leaving them behind because my parents checked over our room to make sure we got everything. I can't even give them away, because my mom thoughtfully marked each penguin with my kids' initials so they could tell which was whose.
You know, I used to like penguins.
