Okay, I surrender. It’s Christmas and this here atheist feels Christmassy. What the hell.
Let it snow and let there be Elvis. Christmas as it really should be.
[Edit: My apologies — I had to turn off the snow because it was messing up the loading of my page… hell, Christmas makes me feel so darned powerful…]
All text © 2008 Gary William Murning
Only Elvis could manage to make not knowing the words sounds good! 😆
Indeed!… I’ve just been listening to him rant on stage in 1974 about the press claiming his recent illness had been a case of his being “strung out” on heroin. His indignation and threats (wild, wild threats!) really offer a glimpse of the real, private and self-deluded Elvis. That guy really believed he wasn’t an addict!
Gah! That was just about the clunkiest sentence I’ve ever written.
Note to self: Never post comments while waiting on hold and typing with one hand. 😆
You probably got my meaning, though. 😉
Made perfect sense to me, Lottie 😉
I came in a big black Cadillac once. Cost me a fortune to clean it.
Thanks, I’ll be here all week!
David
Now why did I expect that from you? 😉
Santa is sufficiently pagan for me to be okay with him. 😉 Thanks for the carol it’s one of my favorites.
Yes, I have a fondness for the more pagan aspects of the tradition 😉
Glad you enjoyed it!