Christmas Carol

Is it Friday yet? No? OK.

I have to say, I am NOT feeling the "spirit" (holiday, that is) and Christmas (which is what I celebrate) is only 13 days away. It's the music, honestly. I don't care for it. Not one bit. Do you hear what I hear? NO! Nor do I care to. I heard "come they told me par rum pum pum pum" 17 times while waiting for a flight on Friday. What does it mean? I don't know... Karen Carpenter's "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas" is very depressing - just makes me want to kill myself. She's been dead for decades. Why won't this song go away?

I don't care for (much) country music either. You can imagine how I feel about "Country Christmas" music. It's simply ghastly. Here's a sample... "It's going to be a honky tonk Christmas, for these silent nights at home are killing me, it's going to be a honky tonk Christmas, but I'll be over you by New Year's Eve." That's Alan Jackson's "Honky Tonk Christmas." Ick. How about some Dolly Parton? Sure, she's "cute," but take a gander at these lyrics... "Fine and dandy, Lord it's like a hard candy Christmas, I'm barely getting through tomorrow, but still I won't let sorrow bring me way down." No Dolly, I would not care for a "Hard Candy Christmas."

If I never hear "Pretty Paper" again, ever, it will be too soon.

It's just plain torture. Am I the only one who feels this way? Uggh!

That being said, is everyone enjoying the season? I sure hope so. We have our tree up here at the "Corner," the staff has selected their "secret Santas," (I wonder who has me?) our presents are wrapped (with "Christmas love") and we are sending special "cheer" your way, to you, from us...

Click HERE to watch a really gay Christmas video (that I don't even like)...

'Til tomorrow, love,

"Kev"

Finally, here are the lyrics to what I can only imagine is the worst song EVER written...

(Whoever wrote and/or recorded, produced, purchased, listened to, had anything to do with this song, should be fined, flogged and incarcerated.)

CHRISTMAS CAROL

Her name was Christmas Carol, she was born on Christmas Eve
On the edge of Amarillo, in a late December freeze
Raised up in an orphans’ home, just 16 and all alone
When she had to take her leave
They reminded Christmas Carol, "it’s better to give than to receive"
Ragged Carol slowly swept the kitchen floor, wondered why the kids were laughing
Peeking at her through the door when all she wanted was a friend
But they’d run away and then
She’d wipe her tears upon her sleeve
Don’t them children know…"it’s better to give than to receive"
Every year it was the same, love by any other name
Couldn’t satisfy her soul
Lost out in a winter’s storm
Trying so hard to stay warm
But there was no one true to hold Lonely Carol
People thought her kind’ve slow, women said she’d never go far
Men knew how far she would go…
When the hunger came around, she’d lay her body down
She was easy to deceive, they’d tell Christmas Carol…"it’s better to give than to receive"
Sunday morning – 26 years to the day, as a children's choir was singing
Christmas Carol passed away in a musty motel room, an empty bottle and a broom
With only strangers there to grieve
Christmas Carol gave up trying to believe
Christmas Carol, she was born on Christmas Eve
On the edge of Amarillo, in a late December freeze
Raised up in an orphans’ home, just 16 and all alone
When she had to take her leave
They reminded Christmas Carol…"it’s better to give than to receive"

Merry Christmas!
Happy Holidays!
Happy Hanukkah!
(At least two of our readers are Jewish, so I wanted to say "Happy Hanukkah" as well!)