(NB: Days Five and Six were celebrated with mulled wine and carols. Again. Oh yeah, and with that music video.)
Onto Day Seven:
'Nuff said.
The journal of an American living in Canada, earning a graduate degree in Information Science, with an environmental conscience. Most days.
You're a mean one, Mr Grinch. You really are a heel. You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr Grinch. You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel! (How the Grinch Stole Christmas, 2001)
This year for Christmas, there's something I'd really like. So if you're up there somewhere, Santa, please don't bring me another bike. I don't need any ugly sweaters, and I don't play much basketball. There's something kind of special that I want most of all... I want an alien for Christmas! Bring me an alien this year! I want a little green guy about three feet high, with seventeen eyes who knows how to fly... (Fountains of Wayne)
Dear George: Remember, no man is a failure who has friends. Thanks for the wings, Love Clarence