I'm feeling anxiety and stress, so I'm trying to listen to Christmas music – happy, peaceful music about peace on earth and goodwill towards man. But it's 83° outside and it's not the same. I live in Central Texas. I wish the weather would cooperate, but considering the rest of this year I really have no reason to expect it. As I drove away from work this afternoon I was listening to The Carpenters' Old Fashioned Christmas, with the choral parts and the instruments... and when Karen's deep voice came in, on the song Home for the Holidays, I had the air conditioner in the car blowing cold air on me full blast, and I could almost make myself believe that it was Christmas season. I could almost feel my stress level reduce. When I reached the song Little Altar Boy, though, I had arrived at the store and I had to get out into the real world and it ruined it.
Can somebody please send me some cold temperatures? For I've grown a little leaner, Grown a little colder, Grown a little sadder, Grown a little older, and I need a little angel sitting on my shoulder. I need a little Christmas now.