...but watching "Scrooged" always seems to help.

I'm not 100% in that mood yet, but if you can't sing along... cock off until you can!

Put a little love in your heart! (you don't even need to click the link - we all know you have it running through your head now!).

Oh, but nobody sings it like those two!

thats the point - nobody has to hear bum-notes from you or i!

gods, i haven't heard this song in so long. but yup, didn't need to hit the link, it all came rushing back.

I also haven't watched Scrooged in a long long time either.

I find humming or listening to the music from the Nutcracker always seems to help. and pretending to dance the ballet. I'm not joking around.

Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy
Russian Dance (quality isn't good, but the dance is amazing)
Coffee Dance (not as christmas-y, but the dance is so beautiful i had to post)

lol

i can still wave my arms around and kick my legs furiously. maybe you would be kind enough to get me spinning?

I remember a Christmas Eve some 15 years back. I was bumming around the Northwest. Seattle area. Living in shelters and hostels, working nights at the fish docks. Christmas Eve me and my mates - Little Eric the drunk punk with shaved head and tats, Dave the 6' 6" out-of-work Welsh forklift driver, Nigel from New Zealand, Dick the heroin addict, and assorted hangers on - we all bused it up to find Jimmy Hendricks' grave. We found it. It was a flat stone in the ground, took us an hour to find. Then we bused it back to town and found a bar with a dart board that was open. We were having a fine time until Dave decided to introduce the table next us to the "Welsh custom" of dumping beer on each others' heads on Christmas Eve. We got run off but bumped into some friends headed to hotel room. I was feeling it a bit hard at that point, wondering why. Later on at the hotel I realized I was coming down with the flu. So my friends made me some tea. So nice of them. Except they made it with magic mushrooms. Later on I was passed out on a sofa with a hotel suite full of drunks draped like boneless chickens over piece of furniture.

Cheers!

Like a record?! O____o

I've experienced worse!

either you're getting old or having financial issues ;D

I'm listening to the song again.

*whistles

dum de dum dum dum der da heart!

I listened to 15 songs in a row by Annie Lennox last night. It was magical.

You are such a closet case! ;D

Bad. Could've been worse. Could've been Tori Amos.

Yes Mr. Tumnus, it could!