My Own Personal Holiday Hootenanny (or I Really Have Too Much Time on My Hands)

 
The following is a re-post that was originally published on December 12, 2009.  The sentiments are the same on December 2, 2010.

Today I am thinking about Christmas music. I know many people would rather pierce their eardrums with freshly sharpened candy canes than listen to the stuff before the 25th rolls around, but I rock around the Christmas tree beginning the day after Thanksgiving. Today I am creating a Christmas music playlist for my mp3 player so I've been browsing the libraries of mistletoe melodies all morning. Because my brain is a giant circus sideshow, I began to think about alternate titles that I'd write for my very own personal holiday hootenanny.

The Twelve Days of Bacon

Here Comes Drooly Cat

I Saw Mommy Eating my Halloween Candy

I Saw Three Cats

It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Cat Puke

Rockin' Around the Coffee Pot

We Need a Little Cheesecake

Grandma Got Run Over By A Catnip-Crazed Cat

Do You Hear What I Hear (sang from the bed in the middle of the night, when it's obvious we are both hearing a cat hacking up a hairball, but neither one of us wants to get up, locate the hairball, and clean it up)

I'll Be Home for Bacon

Hark! The Auto-Timer on the Coffee Pot Sings!

Go Tell it to Your Father! (Because I've already told you 8937492 times that you have to wear a hat and gloves. Yes, I know you are just going from the car to the school, but what if the car breaks down? You'd be wishing you had gloves and a hat then, now wouldn't you?)

Holiday Greetings, Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Jolly Kwanzaa, Sweet Solstice, and [insert holiday greeting] to everyone. If you want to find me this holiday season, my cats and I will be decking the halls with bacon wreaths and catnip cookies!