Ho Ho Hum

Is it me, or does this holiday season seem particularly less merry and just plain cold?  I can not seem to warm up -- to the spirit, to the decorations, to the bonhomie... or to room temperature.

Let me make a list and, if I can be bothered, check it twice.  What do I want for Hanukah?  I echo my man Elvis Costello and call out for ever more Peace, Love and Understanding.  (OK, I'm really echoing Nick Lowe, so what?)  And what do I get?  War, Intolerance and Stupidity.  Ugh.  I keep wanting to write about the president, the right-to-lifers and those intelligent design idiots, but it is waaaaay too dreadful to confront.  Ugggghhhhh.

One day, maybe when I can't take it anymore, I will confront those matters here, but for the present I will grimly and passively protest that assemblage of cheer mongers with my own dearth of merriment.  That's my gift to the holiday season.  Ho Ho Hum.