Bob and Doug McKenzie - The Great White North
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Merry Christmas, Hosers!


When I was a little girl and school would let out for the Christmas Break, my family would pack up and make the 8 hour trek to The Farm. My brother and I would try very hard not to fight all the way there. My parents would try not to lose their patience with us, keeping us occupied with songs and games to pass the time away. Eye Spy, The Licence Plate Game and the Name Game were favourites with us as were songs like Found a Peanut and Bump on a Log. “There’s a hair… there’s a hair… there’s a hair in the wart on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea.”

Although I was (and still am) quite fond of maps, I knew the way to The Farm very well. If I could have reached the pedals of the car, I could have drove myself there. I knew the order of the towns, I knew which swing was my favourite in the little park in Saskatoon, I knew that Chamberlain had the best ice cream cones around and I knew that once we hit Regina it would only be a matter of an hour and a half and we’d be pulling into the yard. Even today; when I road trip anywhere I have scheduled stops. I stop at the same places all the way to my destination and back. Habitual from way back when. Christmas is probably the reason I love to road trip so much too.

That last hour and a half was torture for me every time we went. The towns, in reality not that far apart, took forever to get to and only a second to pass through. Regina, White City, Davin, Vibank, Odessa, Kendal, Montmarte, Candiac, Glenavon… Peebles! WINDTHORST!! The LONGEST DIRT ROAD EVER!!!  Ah… the lane way! Finally!

It would be dark every time we drove up. I already had my various books and colouring stuff put away, my coat on, my shoes on and my seatbelt off. But, despite my preparation, my effort was always in vain. Gramma always beat me. By the time we had all piled out of car, Gramma would have the storm door open and I’d see her standing there. Her silhouette strong in the door way, hand poised on the door knob to let us in. Then I knew I was home.

Most of that mess under the tree was for my brother and I. We had to hold off on the stocking pillage until Gramma took photos. On the coffee table, the empty glass of milk and the plate with the mysteriously missing cookie?? Hmm. Wonder what happened there…

Christmas was always such a great time for me when I was younger. I had a few uncles still living at home and they used to have Great White North: Bob and Doug McKenzie on vinyl, which I would repeatedly request to their (I’m only vaguely assuming here) annoyance. They’d play that album a thousand times over the holidays for me, in between chores, hockey and curling in town, snowmobiling over the fields, skating on the dugout and jumping off the car garage into the massive snowbanks.

I used to get such a kick out of the Twelve Days of Christmas song, so this is my present to you. MP3 link below (right-click to save as or click to simply listen). Take the song, it’s funny. I dedicate it to all Canadians everywhere (especially those who watched SCTV) and also to my crazy American friends who go shopping for Christmas the day after Thanksgiving. This is pretty much what Canada (the Great White North) is all about.


Stan and I are going to “take off, eh”. We’ll be out at The Joint for a few days there over the holidays. Beauty.

spinning… Twelve Days of Christmas by Bob and Doug McKenzie.
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  1. Merry Christmas to you & Stan, Tina. Hugs & kisses!

  2. Merry Christmas to you too — I’m a little late though 🙂

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