Well, Christmas is coming, and I'm not that interested in putting a penny in some old man's hat. I'd rather someone put some money in my hat. If I had a hat.

Things are moving, but I'm mostly sitting. I consider movement, but not with much relish. Too much relish and it just falls on the plate anyway and then you need to eat it with a fork, which defeats the whole point of having a hotdog in the first place, now doesn't it? But I am only mostly sitting; I am still attempting to drive the golf cart in the general direction of the exit, hoping to change vehicles before pulling out onto the freeway. Something with a V-8 would be nice (the price of gas being somewhere near reasonable of late).

The wind is blowing from the south today, gusting to 40 mph or more. So it's brought warmth, but a cold wind threatens from the northwest promising weather to sit home on the couch wrapped in a blanket and watch sad movies. Or happy movies. Is there a difference at Christmastime?

Travel is treacherous on ice, unless you're wearing a huge furry animal costume and skating in time to cartoon music. And why wouldn't you be? So let's hang the mistletoe, put on those ugly holiday sweaters, make some hot lemonade, and dream of that kiss that would make Christmas worth celebrating again.