Yesterday we commented a bit about\u00a0Vodka, and how it’s possible to\u00a0drink both too much and not nearly enough of it.\u00a0 Today, before we get to the next holiday song that makes me crazy,\u00a0I would like to include a note about Limoncello.\u00a0 Really, really good, homemade Limoncello that takes 5 or more months to create.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It’s a velvet hammer.\u00a0 The first one won’t hit you until you’ve finished the second one.\u00a0 Don’t have a third; they’ll just keep hitting you all evening long.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But this isn\u2019t about that.\u00a0 This is an advent countdown of Christmas and other miscellaneous holiday songs that really make me throw up in my mouth a little, that nasty scratchy taste in your throat when you hear them \u2013 you know the kind I mean.\u00a0 Those.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Number 24, just\u00a0because I can’t wait to complain about it, is the Chipmunk Song.\u00a0 “Alvin!”\u00a0 They squeek in a range that causes physical pain.\u00a0 “Please Christmas don’t be late.”\u00a0 Late would be a wonderful way to describe how I’d like to hear it, as in “the late Big Ugly Man Doll couldn’t hear the song, on account of being deceased.”\u00a0\u00a0 Someone get that rodent a Hula hoop and get this dreck off my radio.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In case you’re just a glutton for aural punishment, here it is:<\/p>\n