I don't know why, but lately I just haven't been able to get the word 'mukluk' out of my head. That's right, mukluk - you know, those Eskimo boots?
Whenever the ol' noodle keeps replaying the same thought, like a broken record or an infinite brain loop, I know there's a story screaming to be told or...song lyrics crying to be re-written!
Here's my rendition of "Mele Kalikimaka" by Bing Crosby:
Mommy, I'd Like New Mukluks
"Mommy, I'd like new mukluks!"
is the thing they say
on a cold Inuit holiday.
“Chimo” is the arctic greeting that
we send to you,
from the land where seals are prey!
Here we know that Christmas
will be miles of white,
the stars shine 24 hours
‘cause it's always night!
"Mommy I'd like new mukluks!"
It’s the wise way
to spend a Christmas dollar, or two!
And, on that note - Mele Kalikimukluk, to You!
Peace,
Cindy.
I don't know why, but lately I just haven't been able to get the word 'mukluk' out of my head. That's right, mukluk - you know, those Eskimo boots?
Whenever the ol' noodle keeps replaying the same thought, like a broken record or an infinite brain loop, I know there's a story screaming to be told or...song lyrics crying to be re-written!
Here's my rendition of "Mele Kalikimaka" by Bing Crosby:
Mommy, I'd Like New Mukluks
"Mommy, I'd like new mukluks!"
is the thing they say
on a cold Inuit holiday.
“Chimo” is the arctic greeting that
we send to you,
from the land where seals are prey!
Here we know that Christmas
will be miles of white,
the stars shine 24 hours
‘cause it's always night!
"Mommy I'd like new mukluks!"
It’s the wise way
to spend a Christmas dollar, or two!
And, on that note - Mele Kalikimukluk, to You!
Peace,
Cindy.