Like everyone else, Christmas holds so many random memories for me.
Anytime I hear Alvin and the Chipmunks, I’m instantly transported back to my first year of teaching.
25 first graders.
Yikes, I know.
So it’s the last day before Christmas break…
the day of the class Christmas party (back when you could still call them that).
I’ve got 25 mutant 6 and 7 year olds hopped up on mega doses of sugar and soda running buck wild.
I was letting the room mom in charge of the party run the show (as not to hurt her feelings).
She decides that what would really complete this scene out of a horror movie
would be to blast Alvin and the Chipmunks.
For the whole. entire. party.
I still shudder and twitch just thinking about it.
Chalk it up to PTCD (post traumatic chipmunk disorder).
Oh, I wised up the next year…
I told my room mom we needed a “chipmunk clause.”
She could do anything she wanted for the party…
But no chipmunks.