Christmas Rant

I had orginaly drawn up a sort of Christmas rant in my mind a few days while riding home on the bus. This came to me when I saw a woman with toys piled up to her face on a two seater in the front. There was a doll, a comfy chair (you know the ones that are small and completly made out of some sort of fluff and it's soft and usually has a cartoon character on it or something...in this case...winnie the pooh), a bunch of children's accessories, etc. At any rate, I love Christmas. I know that I always go on my annual rant of how the true meaning of Christmas is lost in all the commercialism and what-not, however, I usually get over this, when I'm Christmas shopping for friends and family, decorating the christmas tree, singing christmas carols, watching christmas specials on television, etc. All these annual activities that I adore so much get me into the Christmas Spirit.

However, this year, the Christmas Spirit has not come to me in it's usual fashion. In fact, it hasn't come to me yet. Even worse, it hasn't come to anyone I know. Everyone that I've talked to, either doesn't have a reason to celebrate Christmas, or just...can't. I beleive that a christmas cookie or a christmas carol can change all that...I'm hoping all of you can get into the christmas spirit before the 25th.

And now I'm going to leave you with the lyrics of a song sung by a group of movie stars that I absolutly adore...

It's in the singing of a street corner choir

It's going home and getting warm by the fire

It's true

Wherever you find love

It feels like Christmas

A cup of kindness that we share with another

A sweet reunion with a friend or a brother

In all the places you find love

It feels like Christmas

It is the season of the heart

A special time of caring

The ways of love made clear

It is the season of the sprit

The message if we hear it

Is make it last all year

It's in the giving of a gift to another

A pair of mittens that were made by your mother

It's all the ways that we show love

That feel like Christmas

A part of childhood we'll always remember

It is the summer of the soul in December

Yes, when you do your best for love

It feels like Christmas

It is the season of the heart

A special time of caring

The ways of love made clear

It is the season of the sprit

The message if we hear it

Is make it last all year

It's in the singing of a street corner choir

It's going home and getting warm by the fire

It's true, wherever you find love

It feels like Christmas

It's true, wherever you find love

It feels like Christmas

It feels like Christmas

It feels like Christmas

It feels like Christmas

For those who like Robots and Stereotypes :P

http://www.thefrown.com/player.php?/wearerobots

Mania Tv

A number of people have been asking me to send them the link to "that internet television show that you watch". Well, let me tell you, this internet channel is awsome. It's got everything from obscure music videos, to random contests to interview, to funny videos. It's live and uncensored (which is always fun!) Check it out. (Kayla, not a word from you...I'm not obbssessed...on that note, Pat, not a word from you on my lack of spelling!) But seriously, take a look there will def. be something there for you!

America-Simon anf Garfunkel

"Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together."
"I've got some real estate here in my bag."
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
And we walked off to look for America

"Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
"Michigan seems like a dream to me now"
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America

Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said "Be careful his bowtie is really a camera"

"Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat"
"We smoked the last one an hour ago"
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field

"Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all gone to look for America
All gone to look for America
All gone to look for America

Tiny Dancer-Elton John

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand


P.S. I dunno...speaks to me...

School Of Fraggle Rock