“What ho!” I said.
What ho!” said Motty.
“What ho! What ho!”
“What ho! What ho! What ho!”
After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.
The Pogues and Kirsty MacColl, Fairytale of New York.
Christmas dreams, shattered and otherwise. Soaring music and grubby lyrics. But also tenderness and hope – which, after all, is what Christmas is all about.
Merry Christmas. And a tip of the tuque to Walt Kelly, who brought joyous nonsense to Christmas when I was a boy.
Christmas the cowboy way. With yodelling.
Paul Heaton and Jacqui Abbott, Christmas (And Dad Wants Her Back). Should Dad get his wish?
For John Prine, who loved Christmas and died of COVID-19 at the beginning of the pandemic. Geez, I miss him.
Gayla Peevey, I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas. Though it’s been said many times, many ways, some girls just don’t want rhinoceroses.