That's the spirit

I'll be honest, I don't have the Christmas spirit yet. There is this little budding champion inside me though. I can feel it daring to burst forth any second. Like a butterfly emerging from chrysalis I can tell Santa's spirit is right there. Maybe if I strain... Grrrruuuuuhhhhhh. Nope nothing. Damnation. Maybe if I listen to Christmas music all day, that will help.

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Hours pass. Track 63 of my Christmas mix. Nothing. Dammit.

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OK, so it takes more than straining and grunting like an ape to get into the swing of Christmas. What's that? Think of someone besides myself? What a grand idea. My last charity effort ended with a $40k medical bill. Let's aim a little lower shall we? Christmas caroling? I can't sing a lick. Or a spit. Or a note or whatever. Maybe I can hum a few bars. Humming is acceptable no?

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Sings Bing Crosby on track 64. The man is a Christmas spiritual genius. I can see the 50's family sing along right now. Ladies charming in sweaters and bras underneath that could only be acquired in a 'specialty shop' today. Marvelous. Why am I suddenly thinking about Twin Peaks instead of Christmas?