19 December, 2009

Seasonal Greetings

...Christmas Christmas time is near/ time for joy and time for cheer....

It has done the unlikely thing of snowing before January 5th here in Baltimore. In fact, there are six inches of snow on the ground right now, and tiny little flakes keep coming down. This is not news, unless you're in Baltimore, or anywhere south of Baltimore. Did you not know that Baltimore is officially The South? It's also officially Very Old. For a week now, all the news has been weather and water main breaks. That's it. I suppose I should be encouraged, since it either means no one was killed in gunfights or traffic accidents, or that those killed in gunfights and traffic accidents aren't worth mentioning. Strangely, I'm not encouraged.

Last night, before the month edged into the 20s, Fluffy put together a fabulously fake gold tree, pre-lit with white lights. He didn't ask for help, and treated it as if it was a tech exam. I may never pick up a screwdriver again. And I don't remember the last time I've had a tree up before the 23rd of December. Naturally, once it was up, he wanted nothing to do with decorating it. But it's gold. With white lights. Who needs decorations?

Anyway, it's the holidays, so I like to remember some of my favorite things. First off, a holiday song I heard for the first time on my way home from a Snow Queen stilt gig last year. This is one I've loved forever- or since 1993, anyway, though the video has nothing to do with an Essex Wonderland. And it's not in Essex, but it's a Baltimore Miracle on 34th Street. Finally, whoop-de-doo; I'm not the only one who wants Crabs for Christmas

(The Chipmunk Song; Ross Bagdasarian, Sr.; 1958 )