Dave Barry cracks me up.
“Christmastime is a festive time – a time of parties and presents and songs that we all love, except for Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, which I for one got tired of in approximately 1958, and which now causes me to dislocate my forefinger stabbing the car-radio button. I prefer traditional Christmas carols, such as Ding Dong Merrily on High. I am not making this carol up. The lyrics are:
“Ding dong merrily on high!”
(Something something something)
I don’t know the rest, because I never got past the first line without cracking up. This song used to absolutely slay me and my boyhood friends when we sang it in St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church in Armonk, N.Y. And no wonder: It is a well-known axiom of music, discovered in 1783 by Mozart (this was Herb Mozart), that “there is no such thing as a bad song that has ‘ding dong’ in the title.” Other examples are Ding Dong the Witch is Dead and Shama Lama Ding Dong, which is not to be confused with Rama Lama Ding Dong, also an excellent song…”
-A classic from Dave Barry’s column in 2004. You may read the rest, which is titled, “Who Named these Guys Wise Men?”, here.
Amy Jo and Damon welcomed Piper Johanna 6 days ahead of schedule.
Yeah! Baby Piper, due to arrive on Christmas Eve, arrived at 3:15 on Friday. Good tidings of great joy for Amy Jo and Damon, who were unable to join us for a little Christmas Merriment last night, but were having their own fa-la-la-la-la rejoicing! We (the “3rd Thursdays”, see above and please note the cute reindeer ornament I am wearing made by Chloe and Cody-so cute!) got to talk to new mommy on speaker phone and wish her merry merry times with Baby Girl, who is blond and, at least in this picture, looks just like her daddy. Welcome little Piper (I have a strong urge to call you Pipi ~ will your mama kill me??)!
Stormie was a Secret Santa at Work
She made an ornament from wire and old buttons and put chocolate under glass. Cute, eh?
“Christmas is coming, Christmas won’t wait. The presents need wrapping. I cannot be late!” – by me, actually, just this second. Destined to be a classic Christmas quote, I am certain.