The other day I ran across a version of Oh Holy Night that was so bloody awful it was a thing of beauty. Tears were streaming down my face it was that good bad <– exactly.
Well, this morning around 5:30 AM I realized that I had that song stuck in my head. And I was re-writing the lyrics. And I could not stop. So I had to get up and write them down. I then was able to fall happily asleep again.
It’s now after 9:00 PM and I’m finally sitting at my computer. And what do I see scribbled on the notebook before me?
Oh holy crap!
The days are quickly dwindling
only six days till our dear Savior’s birth!
I’m not ready, no final preparations
I need to shop and what are we going to eat?
To stores, to stores, the crowded parking lots
I dread them all, I can not find a spot!Fall on the couch
Oh hear my arches screaming
The crap, the crap
that I have bought to fill stockings
The crap, the crap
That I bought for Christmas morn
And this is why I try to ignore the voices in my head. Merry Christmas.