I tell you I can't get anything done, what with all this fa-la-la and ho-ho-ho and Black Friday and Cyber Monday and only 25 shopping days till Xmas, and consumption of mass quantities of various celebratory spirits, and Christmas music (which I happen to love, by the way, but could someone please tell the local radio stations to UPDATE THEIR PLAYLISTS?). And while I'm winging the shoulderblade of Christmas music, I must add that the absolute worst, most horrible, most annoying Christmas song ever is that damned Hippopotamus song............and then of course there is my family's annual debate over whether Burl Ives is a loveable Christmas icon or a soul-bleaching, ear-burning old coot. It's all very draining and there's no room left for creativity.
I have songs to write, songs to finish, songs to start. I have songs coming in from some astral plane that are knocking at my door and if I don't answer it, they are going to just schmutz into vapor and dissipate.
The holidays are harshing my Muse-mellow
Turning my brain to marshmallow
With their salads made of fruit-jello
And incessant songs of jingle bello
The holidays kill my creative process
While dashing thru the snow with hosses
Shopping out among the mosses
I become a little crosses
I need a quite place to thinkle
The holidays make me want to drinkle
I settle for cookie topped with sprinkle
And leave a couple for kris krinkle
