I had to drive to the airport to pick up my parents last night because they are home for the holidays. Their flight was delayed an hour so it was nearly midnight before I left. I drove to their house first - which is 3 miles from ours - and dropped the dog off. We had been dog sitting while they were gone the last 6 weeks. I parked my car in the driveway and hopped in my dad's Durango because I figured we would need room for suitcases - not thinking that they wouldn't be bringing too much home since they are going back right after Christmas for the rest of the winter. Yes, we'll be dog sitting again after the holidays for about 4 months. Fun, fun.

Anyway.. as I was heading out to the airport in the wonderful Durango that has heated seats, I reached over to turn the radio on. If it was my car, 89X would have been blaring once I turned it on, but being my dad's vehicle, 100.3 WNIC was on. Anyone who lives in the area and gets that station on the radio knows that at the beginning of November they start playing all Christmas music all the time. I decided to leave it on because I haven't been in the Christmas spirit and that usually kick starts something inside of me. Well, it did make it feel closer to Christmas, but also made me a little sad. I swear if I had just been driving around, without having to see my parents coming out of the airport at the end of my journey, I probably would have started crying. They were playing a lot of the old tunes - Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire, Silver and Gold, etc.. It made me think of how the holidays used to be when my grandparents were still alive. The melodies took me right back to being in their house on Christmas Eve when all of the extended family came to hang out before the big day. I miss my grandparents. I miss looking forward to seeing my cousins so we could hang out on that special day of the year. Sometimes, with memories like those, I miss my childhood.