Mia is into Christmas carols these days - mainly "Jingle Bells," but sometimes she demands that I branch out. The other night I searched my vast repertoire of partial carols for one to which I knew something more than the chorus and then launched into a rousing rendition of "O Come, All Ye Faithful." As I worked my way toward the chorus, however, I realized it was a bit more than I had bargained for. Which is how I ended up singing "Oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him, Santa Claus."
Hey, come for the bitching, stay for the blasphemy, you know?