Today we received a Christmas box from my father, and in it was another example of how my father hates me.
My dad has made a habit of filling my house with bizarre singing creatures under the guise of entertaining the children. (It’s obvious the real purpose is to torture me.) We have the harmonica playing turkey, and the rabbit whose ears flip up and down while he sings some song about his need to hop. Last Christmas, my dad sent a flamingo in a Santa Hat and tux singing about how he’s going to make it in the North Pole.
I’m not sure which specific teenage transgression he is punishing me for, but it must have been a bad one given the consequences.
a tiny Rabbi who sings Hava Nagila.
Apparently, Tink asked Grandpa for a rapping squirrel and this was as close as he could get?
I don’t know. I guess it’s good that we are inclusive in this home. Santa Hat flamingos and singing Rabbis. Whatever. Bring us your animatronic, oddly costumed characters with their annoying earworms! (Or take pity on me and don’t.)
Here is a Voice style sing off between the Rabbi and the Flamingo. Tink offers her apt judgement at the end.
I swear, Dad, whatever I did back when I was a kid, I’m sorry! I was young! I was stupid! I had no idea how many times one kid could listen to a rabbi sing Hava Nagila!