Let this entry prove that Pep Boys can take my money and my dignity, but they'll never take my zeal for living! (Unless I can use it as some sort of coupon for an oil change.) Anyway, perhaps I'm the only one who's noticed, but a certain convivial portly man is coming to town soon with a buttload of presents for me. No, not Dom De Luise; he's refused to give me jack squat since I told him that 'Baby Geniuses' sucked. Like I want another DomDeLuise.com notepad anyway.
I'm actually talking about a DIFFERENT convivial portly man, one who sneaks around your house at night, saying "Ho ho ho!" and eating cookies. No, not Boris Yeltsin, although it's comforting to hear that he does this at houses other than mine. I'm referring to the Pope of Christmastown himself, Mr. Santa J. Santaclaus, and the paegantry of December 25th. In case you don't know, December 25th is the date when, way back in the day, Santa gave birth to his first elf. As legend has it, Santa named that elf Jingle Bells. Ever since, Americans have celebrated this day by watching themed Old Navy commercials and giving each other rainbow socks with individual toes.
While it is over a month away, the holiday spirit has clawed its way into my brain, like some sort of alien parasite. I blame this entirely on the fact that I started work on my Christmas CD tonight. Sadly, this CD isn't just me with a harmonica, hollering about eggnog, backed by a jug band composed of elves. Instead, it's a Christmas music mix CD. It's always impressive how I only have to listen to three or four Christmas songs before I'm spending $100 on Ebay for a sweatshirt with a reindeer drawn in puffy paint. THAT is the magic of Christmas, and hopefully I can capture a teeny bit of said magic with my CD. I think I'm off to a good start, because I already have a song on there called "Christmas Card From a Hooker".
Posted by Cody at November 17, 2004 7:02 PM