Five golden what, now?

On the first day of Christmas I need my true love to give to me about another 30 days in December. It’s a month with too much to do. Forget about shopping, decorating, pagan tree assembly — we’ve also had four Nutcracker performances, three school concerts, two major snowstorms, several Girl Scout activities, one niece’s birthday, and a big-ass flat tire. Most years we’ve gotten all the gifts out of the way by Thanksgiving, but this wasn’t the year for that, so we’ve made trips to the mall during shopping season, something that normally just isn’t within my capabilities. Plus, we’re hosting this year, so there is still all the food to buy, which, having not gotten done today, means a weekend trip to the supermarket. I’m shuddering already.

On the other hand, my good friends Cracker have sent a link to a video of sorts featuring the best new Christmas song since The Waitresses’ “Christmas Wrapping” — Cracker’s magnificent, all-season “Merry Christmas, Emily”: