WHAT'S THIS--NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS
And you know, it makes me crazy that Christmas stuff is in the stores the day after Halloween, it really does. But at the same time, there's something about seeing the trappings of the season--shiny paper, trees, tinsel--I mean the really cheezy stuff--that just gets me. And not in a spazzy frenzy of consumerism, but in a 'God, my friends are just fucking amazing!' way. I window shop like mad, thinking of that day when I win the lottery *L* but it's never for me. Every store I pass that has a snowman in it, a teddy bear, a candy, a chocolate, an ornament, any of it, there's usually someone special to me that I think of, and wonder if they would like it. Or a song comes on; could be traditional, like a hymn, or something silly and fun, like todays little ditty, and there's a friend's face, appearing like magic (and what is Christmas anyway, but that Magic that magnifies the love we should all feel anyway?) There are some songs, sights, sounds, that can put me in a whole different place, literally--I can't move for the memories. This won't mean anything to anyone, except maybe ___, but there was a time when there was a big house, and annual Christmas parties, and more snow than I'd seen in years, being from Calgary and all. And the coffee was always on, and at Christmas, there was Creme De Grande Marnier in it. And the spare room had that horrible pink couch in it, and the kitchen was done in shades of country kitsch, with geese everywhere. There were plants, and a big tv, and we watched the Colour Purple and the videos of Red Hot and Blue alot.
Woah, big memory lane trip.
On a different note, I'd like to say how happy I am to be making new Christmas memories with more special people. And also, this is my first 'passing on a special tradition' year, and I loved doing it...(although, in a related incident, I loathe Canada Post and they need to blow me! *L*)
So, even though it's nasty to be so early, Merry Christmas, everyone!

WHAT'S THIS--NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS
What's this? What's this?
There's color everywhere
What's this?
There's white things in the air
What's this?
I can't believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair
What's this?

What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
There's people singing songs

What's this?
The streets are lined with
Little creatures laughing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What's this?

There are children throwing snowballs here
Instead of throwing heads
They're busy building toys
And absolutely no one's dead

There's frost on every window
Oh, I can't believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the warnth
That's coming from inside

Oh, look
What's this?
They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss
Why that looks so unique, inspired
They're gathering around to hear a story
Roasting chestnuts on a fire
What's this?
What's this?

In here they've got a little tree, how queer
And who would ever think
And why?

They're covering it with tiny little things
They've got electric lights on strings
And there's a smile on everyone
So, now, correct me if I'm wrong
This looks like fun
This looks like fun
Oh, could it be I got my wish?
What's this?

Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep
But look, there's nothing underneath
No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them
Oe ensnare them, only little cozy things
Secure inside their dremaland
What's this?

The monsters are all missing
And the nightmares can't be found
And in their place there seems to be
Good feeling all around

Instead of screams, I swear
I can hear music in the air
The smell of cakes and pies
IS absolutely everywhere

The sights, the sounds
They're eveywhere and all around
I've never felt so good before
Thsi empty place inside of me is filling up
I simply cannot get enough

I want it, oh, I want it
Oh, I want it for my own
I've got to know
I've got to know
What is this place that I have found?
What is this?
Christmas Town, hmm...