I only throw my wife under buses on special occasions.

Daddy!!!
they came in, pajama-clad, gray clouds bursting through windows, the promise of a fresh holiday season ahead.

Can we please listen to just Christmas music starting today?!?!

I held up my hand for silence.
What are we listening to right now?

We listened for a moment to the sounds of Winter Wonderland Spotifying our house in every corner, courtesy of our daughter the DJ.

Christmas music!
one said, stating the height of obviousness.

Yes, I know.
I said.
I could hear it playing while your mother and I were still laying in bed. Thank you so much.

You're welcome!
they chirped cheerfully.
Now can we listen to JUST Christmas music starting today?

You mean,
my wife asked.
listen to nothing but Christmas music from now until Christmas?

YES!!
they chorused.

Guys,
I said, pulling them close and wrapping my arms around them as we turned to face the fourth member of the family.
I would LOVE to do that as well.

But we can't,
I continued, shaking my head.

Your mother will not allow it.

She stood, stunned at the betrayal.
I'm sorry,
I mouthed to her,
As I squeezed the children closer.

I just love Christmas music,
I whispered contentedly.