It is not Christmas time until Tony and I ride down the road singing Christmas music, badly. Tonight, it became Christmas.
After a long day in Fredericksburg, we headed back toward the beach, in the early evening. It was already dark, Christmas lights were shining from a lot of houses, and we had the radio tuned to WGRQ, which is the local oldies station that turns into nonstop Christmas music the day after Thanksgiving.
Tony turned it to there, and we sang away the 35 miles, in our goofy, offkey way, giggling at one another, and the odd ways some artists redo traditional Christmas music.
By the time we got back to the beach we were both grinning from ear to ear, and feeling just a tiny bit better about the world.