CHRISTMUSE RISING by Jaimie Vernon

One thing the nine months of The Eternal COVID Darkness has given us is a short reprieve from the rampaging assault of shopping mall music. Without the frequent stops at the McMall a few times a week to lose hours of one’s life jockeying for parking, hitting the food courts, and indulging in one’s fetish for window shopping at stores no one can afford, we have been spared music dialed in from Satan’s radio station itself.

Segarini – Jolly Olde Saint Bob’s Christmas Music List and Magical Memories

Amy Segarini – Christmas in Stockton 1979

I can’t remember the last time I spent Christmas with Family.

…and I can’t remember the last time I spent Christmas with my daughter…and I have never spent Christmas with my Grandkids.

…but I am spending Christmas with Amy, Tilda, and Marshall THIS Christmas…and you have no idea how incredible and wonderful that is.

JAIMIE VERNON – ROCKIN’ AROUND THE (ALUMINUM) CHRISTMAS TREE

Here we are once again, dear reader, when the tinsel is hung like your panties with care in hopes that your knickers while end up down there. No, wait…that’s not right. But it is Christmas time and I intend on taking full advantage of the fact that for the first time in four years I have a Christmas vacation. This year we’ve been blessed with warm weather. That’s certainly a bummer for many but I’ve never considered snow the defining aspect of Christmas. Snow or not, I still view it as a magical time of year.

JAIMIE VERNON – ROCKIN’ AROUND THE (ALUMINUM) CHRISTMAS TREE

Here we are once again, dear reader, when the tinsel is hung by the panties with care in hopes that your knickers while end up on a chair. No, wait…that’s not right. But it is Christmas time and I intend on taking full advantage of the fact that my new employers were kind enough to give me Christmas Day off.

JAIMIE VERNON – ROCKIN’ AROUND THE (ALUMINUM) CHRISTMAS TREE

I’m going to do something this year that I’ve never done at Christmas – ever. I’m staying home with my immediate family – my beautiful wife, my beautiful son and my beautiful daughter who is home from University (yeah, that 11 Km trek from the suburbs will be a huge sacrifice!) in my rustic World War II bungalow which isn’t quite as enticing as the one David Byrne talks about in “Once In a Lifetime” but has its own cottage-like charm. I am starting a new tradition – one that allows me the luxury of not having to battle it out between two sides of the family for a change.