I have entered dangerous territory… I am ready for the Christmas season already. I am ready for the decorations, the food, the family and the music… Gilch and I listened to our James Taylor holiday album the other night and I have not been able to stop thinking about it since.
Why is it that my good taste in music, entertainment and art all go to shit when it comes to Christmas stuff. Just the other day for example, 78 and I were shopping in some store that was decked out in holiday stuff, and I thought to myself… “Boy, I really like that Santa Claus stuffed bear with the ‘It’s BEARY cold outside’ T-shirt on”… WTF… What comes over me. I am a sentimental twit when it comes to anything holiday (except singing geese). Is this a product of my upbringing, or do I REALLY love it that much?
No… I think I just love it that much.
<<-- I think this cat is cute because of his festive hat. I prove my point.