This is an advent countdown of Christmas and other miscellaneous holiday songs that make me barf a bit, the ones you know you’re supposed to love, but really you’d rather tell a Ron Paul ghost story than sit through them on the radio again – you know the kind I mean.
This is an advent countdown of Christmas and other miscellaneous holiday songs that make me barf a bit, the ones you know you’re supposed to love, but really you’d rather listen to a jackdaw with a cleft palate than sit through them on the radio again – you know the kind I mean.
Why can’t he plan parties? I spend weeks getting ready for his special day, birthday, anniverseries, holidays, and when the shoe is on the other foot, it’s 10 minutes of planning on the morning of, and he spends half that on the phone with my mother. What the hell? Actual questions, posed by real women, and answered by a REAL man. What could go wrong?
This is an advent countdown of Christmas and other miscellaneous holiday songs that make me barf a bit, the ones you know you’re supposed to love, but really you’d rather be laminated, decked out with appliqué, b-jeweled, and vajazzled than sit through them on the radio again – you know the kind I mean.
Call it Brumalia, Christmas, Maidyarem, D?ngzhì, Hanukkah, Inti Raymi, Meán Geimhridh, M?draniht, Shab-e Chelleh, ?ewy Yelda, Soyalangwul, Yule, or Ziemassv?tki – The Solstice has been many things to many people for many, many years. Tonight is the longest night of the year; tomorrow will bring a victory of light over darkness and the rebirth of the sun. Mithra will be born again at the end of this night, the crops will grow, Father Christmas will ride his yule goat, and Beiwe and her daughter will ride again to herald back the greenery on which the reindeer feed. We will cover our doorposts with butter, sprinkle our faces with the blood of goats, eat ourselves silly, dance the Horo, and generally get roaring drunk.