Elvis and Christmas


Unfortunately, Elvis and Christmas go hand in hand at the Crosby house during the season when we are celebrating Jesus’ birthday.  Music, ornaments, gifts, etc. etc.  Several years ago mother bought a tasteful 24″ singing/dancing Elvis in his gold dinner jacket playing his guitar with a deformed right arm that is at an unnatural angle… singing Blue Christmas.  It comes out each year and I try to hide it in an obscure corner of the house… laundry room…. garage… but this year EP is standing right next to the computer in the family room for all to push the mighty red button that brings him to life.


It’s not even Christmas yet and Rick has already received three Elvis gifts.  {sigh}  I did give in to my husband’s obsession, after fighting it for 19 years, and cristened the downstairs bathroom a shrine to Elvis Aron Presley.  It is sort of a memorial, being that he passed on in the bathroom an all.  I painted the walls and ceiling red… to showcase the black framed records and pictures.  We even provide Elvis entertainment for our guests who visit the Elvis bathroom… game magazines, trivia books, biographies, and a flip book that shows Elvis dancing… that was purchased at the National Archives in D.C.  (Why buy a copy of the Declaration of Independence when there are Elvis flip books???) 


There is a well-loved book in the tidy black basket that is titled Where’s Elvis?  It’s like Where’s Waldo, but Elvis has been placed in photos from all around the world and you have to find him.  A relative, who shall remain nameless to protect her identity, was in said Elvis bathroom for a L-O-N-G time one day. I finally went and gently rapped on the door and asked if everything was OK.  She frustratingly yelled, “I cannot find Elvis in this picture!”  Another sucker sucked in by Where’s Elvis.


The only song I loathe on one of Elvis’ Christmas albums is Mama and the Roses…. he actually sings the words, “She growed them in the yard.”   GROWED!   The hillbilly.  Makes me wanna say ain’t and spit on the floor.  Good grief.  Pray for me to make it to January… when I get to put the king back in his box.

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8 Responses to “Elvis and Christmas”

  1. morethananelectrician Says:

    Wow! That is a whole lot ‘o Elvis.

  2. LaVonna Says:

    Tell Rick we will have to find something special for him when we visit Tupelo. That is the birthplace of Elvis AND my in-laws live there. There is a whole hunk-hunka love in that city! :) Yes, Richard is a born and bred Tupelo native. Although we do not have an Elvis bathroom. Hang in there, gal! Only a few more days to go. :)

  3. rixgal Says:

    LaVonna, it doesn’t show in the pictures, but we have a red pennet from Tupelo which you graciously gave to Rick for the Elvis bathroom. It’s in the curvy black shelf. Seems everyone we know who goes to Tupelo or Graceland lovingly thinks of my husband and buys him a trinket. So thoughtful.

  4. rixgal Says:

    MTAE, My hubby used to try and hang these things in our bedroom!!! See why I gave him the smallest room in the house???

  5. Jill Says:

    The rockin’ and rollin’ Elvis may be put away in January….. but your bathroom is forever deep red and FILLED with the black-haired legend.

  6. Grumps Says:

    Would you believe a great grandmother likes Elvis?. I recall Rick singing an Elvis song at Jennie and Terry’s wedding.

  7. rixgal Says:

    Yes, it has affected people of all ages!

  8. Debbie Says:

    Maybe you can stop loathing Mama Liked the Roses if you listen to the words more carefully. “The hillbilly” sings, “She’d grow ’em in the yard.” But I could be wrong, you called the song “Mama and the Roses,” so maybe you are talking about another song.

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