Too Much Sugar

So it is my tradition every year, while doing my holiday baking, to listen to holiday music. One of the local radio stations obliges quite nicely, playing holiday music straight through the entire month. This year, though, my schedule has fallen out such that, instead of an hour or two of baking a night over a couple of weeks, I've managed to have two straight days in a row of baking from morning 'til night. And this has left me with one thought and one thought only:

All I want for Christmas is a Warren Zevon Holiday Special.

I mean, think of it - Werewolves of London running around in Santa suits. Poor headless Roland lamenting the fact that he can't wear a Santa hat, only to learn that the true meaning of Christmas was more about ephemerals instead of the trappings. And then we can zoom forward in time to Transverse City and see the repercussions of a world without holiday spirit, and then travel back to make sure that everything works out just right so that the holiday comes into existence. There'd be a brief side trip where Our Narrator winds up smoking the frankincense and myrrh, sure, but then it'd end up with Jesus thanking them for making sure his path wound up working out appropriately and singing 'Keep Me In Your Heart For A While.'

I think this would be awesome. Then again, I may have been huffing too many vanilla fumes and listening to too much Bing Crosby today.....