Baby, It's Christmas Outside

So, it is less than a week until Christmas.  The radio stations are playing more Christmas songs by the hour, making it difficult to listen to anything else.  The last drifts of snow from last week's storm are still hanging on, only because some people think it is better to pile it up right next to my parking spot than spreading it out so it can melt faster. The next round of gifts and extra decorations for the store has just begun, including the invites to parties.  None of which I am expecting to go to.  I just don't really feel like celebrating.  In fact, I almost titled this post "It's the Negative Sixth Day of Christmas" just to add my usual layer of snark.  For some reason, I don't feel the "holiday spirit" in any form.  I am catching up on all the books I had been putting off due to the thirteen books, half dozen or more short stories, and hundreds of poems I had to read for my classes.  This doesn't include the extracts, reports, and other non-fiction I had to read in preparation for my classwork.  (By the way, I got one 'A' and all the rest 'B's.'). I am just glad that I am not taking any literature classes next term.  I will be writing more than reading.  I hope.  Then there is the big thing I had been dreading that I won't talk about until later.  I just have so much to catch up on, as well as everything else that is starting to pile up.  New books and magazines, a third puzzle book that I need to start, not to mention work-related issues that pop up at the end of the year.  At least I will have a week off from comic books, although that isn't exactly the kind of thing I would want to happen.  I have been unable to watch many of the Christmas themed specials that I would normally watch.  The usual year-end big news stories that surprise everyone have started popping up earlier than I expected.  I could bring up the 'controversy' over the Christmas song that I hint at in my post title, but let's get real.  It is an award-winning song from a movie called Neptune's Daughter.  The film is in no way Christmas related.  The original scene had Ricardo Montalban 'singing' to Esther Williams for goodness sakes.  How it even became a Christmas classic is beyond me.  I am overwhelmed with Christmas goodies; there was a mistake in ordering, and they all showed up at once instead of being reasonably parsed out.  Sorry for rambling, but I am just too overwhelmed with stuff to write clearly.  This will mark the first week around Christmas that I will actually not have to take a week off, since I got my MacBook.  Anyway, this means I will be able to have a post next week, instead of having to schedule beforehand or skip the week.  Guess this means I have to write "See you next week," and really mean it.  Oh, and
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!