No, that’s not a typo, it’s a rewrite.
The holidays are upon us, and there’s nothing we can do about it, so to quote those great philosophers, The Three Stooges, if you can’t beat-em, join-em.
I seem to irritate people with my good cheer. Just to make it clear, I cry every morning when I wake up. Not just a tear or two either, I mean weep, like the little girl in all of us, and that includes you Mick.
And yes, when the Salvation Army woman with her big bell was on my corner before Thanksgiving, I so wanted to slug her, but knew, she had a sister waiting in the wings with an even bigger one.
Christmas is bigger than all pf us, that’s why, I’ve made the decision to act as if. To act as if I’m happy and loved though neither is true…flush and free of strife, looking happily forward to a new year.
Would you rather see Pollyanna drunk, slumped in a corner?
Alas, some bah humbugs surely would, but I say, bah humbuggy..too bad…as she packs her sleigh full of scotch, I mean, mirth, and good cheer.