A Christmas Burp

Stuff

Merrily sent me this "I think I saw it before, but like it anyway" video about gift buying. I was just now working on the Christmas tree that I began assembling just after Thanksgiving.  Some things came to mind.  While listening to Christmas songs on the radio, in a move designed to instill cheer and attitude, a Dean Martin song jogged this memory loose.  As a kid I eschewed Martin and Lewis movies in favor of Abbot and Costello, because there was too much singing by Martin in the former.  I now have a nice collection of Dino's songs, and enjoy his voice more than anyone else's I can think of at the moment.  I guess he's like broccoli. The other thing that is manifestly clear is that it's a whole lot easier to go through all the decorating when kids are around, and lots of people are dropping in.  As it is, all this is squandered on a single day.  I remember scolding my dad for not putting up decorations after mom died, and we quit going there for Christmas (he, preferring to come to my sister's and our Christmas in turn). Sorry pop. But then, MoSup is all Christmassy, and she loves this stuff. For as long as we've lived here, a Christmas tradition has been the  fire department parade.  With sirens, horns and much clatter, Santa comes rolling past our house, waving and throwing candy to the kids. Last night when I heard the sirens, I grabbed the camera intent on capturing it on film.  The MFCS detoured around our street altogether.  Maybe because of the Ma-Deuce I have mounted on the rooftop?  Anyway, I froze my ass off for this. I would like to thank those of you who have been kind enough to help me buy a little winter fuel.  That does mean a lot to me, on several levels. Now, I'm going to take my Prozac, a tumbler of red whiskey (also a gift from y'all) and some speed.  Pretty soon I'll be dancing naked in the window,with tinsel on my nubbin, and singing bawdy versions of "Here Comes Santa Clause," "Jingle Bells," and this favorite by Red Peters that Tim reminded me of. Ho-Ho-Nappy HO