There are only 22 Santas left to be hand-drawn. Today, we had Crying Tim Tebow Santa, Santa Lincoln, and John Wilkes Booth Elf—yeah, it was dark. But here we have Lebowski Santas downing some half and half. Clearly you’re not a golfer.
I love nearly every version of this song. Here’s a plaintive piano rendition, perfect for looking out the window on a snowy evening.
The crickets and the rust-beetles scuttled among the nettles of the sage thicket. "Vámonos, amigos," he whispered, and threw the busted leather flintcraw over the loose weave of the saddlecock. And they rode on in the friscalating dusklight.
One of the late great and forgotten Boston bands. Christmas heartache sure is catchy when they sing it.
This song of mine, in three quarters time…
My Queen of Christmas, Ms. Brenda Lee, can’t find much reason to cheer when every day is lonely. (MP4 file.)
For some reason, this song reminded me of the 1994 film Trapped in Paradise, which I believe took place around Christmastime in the Pennsylvania town of Paradise. Wow, why do I remember that movie?