I know I promised...
...that last night's post would be cheerier than the one before -- but things got so cheery, I didn't get here at all. I went to a party, you see. I ate. I drank (after my fashion) -- and I danced -- again, after my fashion, which is to say, badly. I had a great time.
Oh, yes. I composed an occasion-specific, humorous version of "The Twelve Days of Christmas" and led the assembled masses (100+ people!) in singing it. There was the usual mumbling at the beginning, but by the time we got to the fifth day, everybody had got into the spirit, and soon there was the bobbing up and down, shouting, and laughter I had hoped for. Holey Moley. I felt like Leonard Bernstein. ;>)
I take great comfort from listening to the CBC, hearing the various announcers stating, almost unanimously, that they can't stand Christmas muzak either, then playing carols sung by the choir of Kings College, Cambridge (MY kind of Christmas music!)