Wanna melt my cold, dead heart? Play me this (preferably the Peanuts version, but that bit in Royal Tenenbaums will suffice):
Without fail, that is my favorite Christmas song. Followed closely, and I mean closely, by this:
Because to me, Christmas means kick-ass songs, pretty wrapping paper, tons of pretty Holiday Christmas cards, dress-up clothes, curly hair, jewels, buzzes, catching-up, faux-family parties/drinking/eating, and Charlie Brown. Oh! and Mariah Carey.
Sigh. Today has been a great day, and it's not nearly over yet. The next wave is due over at any moment. Happy Christmas.
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