Christmas Is For Singing

A sad time for children in foreign parts for they have no super stores to be lost and found in. Sad for inflatable Santa's gunned down by B.B pellets. For all the cute pets and reindeer that do not make the fuzzy ‘feel good bit’ at the end of the 6 O’clock news. I’m working on my happiness, not forcing anything, being considerate to people and their wrong opinions - it’s what the baby Jesus would want. While shopping, I avoid those soul destroying yuletide jingles by singing opera arias badly and very loudly.