Everyone knows the Elvis version of Blue Christmas and that Elvis was a sexy boy before he became obese. Even then, obesity sort of worked for him. It was off-set by the mutton chops. Anyways, today I heard the Porky Pig version. This isn't some obsure band you haven't put on your itunes yet. Actual Porky Pig. I hadn't heard it for years. Twelve to be exact. I don't know how I keep missing this piggy gem. But I want to talk about when I heard it last.
I was 16 and my mom, dad and I were driving home from the hospital. My dad died two months later and it was a bad doctor visit. I promise this is not going to be depressing. So Christmas that year was pretty much going to suck and no one really wanted to deal with it. This song comes on, my mom and I had been crying. Porky Pig singing Elvis drove us into near hysterical laughter. Pretty soon, the three of us are singing along, Christmas cheer saved by a stuttering cartoon piglet.
Hearing it again made me so happy for how I handle certain situations--and happy that its something positive that I got to take away from a bad time. Sometimes all you can do is laugh at how much life can be ridiculous at times. It might not always be the most mature reaction to things, but sometimes it just feels good to laugh.
I hope you all think very hard about how cute ol Porky is when you are eating your Christmas ham. I know I will. Cute and delicious.
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