Holiday wishes in song

          As a transplanted Californian, your loyal blogger has written frequently here about the causes, effects and uses of winter.

          The cause, it has been written here, is a massive communist plot. Among the effects was an outstanding smack on the head after slipping on ice. The uses? We’ve called winter an excellent photo op.

          Mother Nature’s timing is outstanding. According to the well-weathered announcers on the electric television this week, we’ll have rain here today, followed by rain tomorrow. The next day, the temperature will drop significantly and people will be ice skating down Main Street.

          Or something like that.

          The point is that winter has made an impression, an impression so dramatic that this observer has been moved to song.

          Our children, the son and daughter of Leeway, have been moved by song. If fact, the fear of song moved them great distances away in order to avoid these musical moments. They moved to the other side of the North American continent from where we once lived just to get away from these charming offerings. As life has progressed, the kids now live on opposite sides of the continent and we live in the middle.

          That’s been bad news for Mrs. Leeway, who must now bear the brunt of the musical massacre as one of the season’s most iconic carols is reduced to something a little less sappy and a little more, well, ditty-like.

          Wishing all of you the happiest and safest of Holiday Seasons, your loyal blogger leaves you with this:

 

I’m Dreaming of a Warm Christmas

 

I’m dreaming of a warm Christmas

Just like the kind I used to know

Where the joggers hustle

And I can bustle

Without slipping in the snow.

 

I’m dreaming of a nice, warm Christmas

Without a single sheet of ice

Where the house tops stay dry

And children know why

They don’t have to shovel snow

May your days be merry and bright

And may your Christmas not be white!

 

          Thanks for singing, uh, reading.