I'm now enjoying the benefits of subscriberhood thanks to the small donor Santas. Yay!
Getting a lifetime subscription has been a bright spot in these dark days (only some of which said darkness can be attributed to the Earth's axial tilt). And getting it when I did has saved me from taking yet another step in what Clem Yeobright diplomatically hinted might come across as reminiscent of a, "Queen For a Day"-type campaign.
For those that have never seen it, "Queen For a Day" consisted of two parts: a woman contestant telling a tragic story, and the payoff. The payoff varied a little depending on the story, but it could usually be summed up with the idea that any situation, no matter how bad, could be fixed with a new hair-do and a color TV. Even as a little boy I thought it was over the top, but the show used Elgar's, "Pomp and Circumstance" so I liked the music.
My, "Queen For a Day" campaign (had it been warranted) was going to use lyrics, but with no music yet. In fact, the lyrics had been written at a time when I wasn't sure if I'd be getting an invite for Christmas but just as I was getting ready to post as a diary here, the phone rang.
Why put a damper on anyone else's holiday, thought I. And I put it aside, tempted only by the thought of its possible utility in striking somebody's Fezziwig bone. So when I got the news that I had been gifted with a lifetime sub, I figured I could set the sad lyrics aside and get back to them in the fall of 2012. But then the specter of Holidays past came to my consciousness: "jabney" it said (sticking to my preferred use of lower case for my name even following an opening quotation), "Others, in a predicament similar to thine own, may yet benefit from the striking of the Fezziwig bone present in all true kos-ites of sufficient means . So why not post it anyhow."
"But spirit," said I, "It lacketh a verse for the New Year."
"So write one," said the spirit.
And so I did, and up here is how it starts:
Alone as usual
No point in a tree
Another Christmas just Jesus and me
Whilst, forsooth, the entire set of lyrics can perused below the seasonally festive orange doo-dad (or, as some prefer, thingamabob)
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