It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

When I was a kid, I was a little bit of a musical theatre whore, and therefore the closer it gets to Christmas, the more generally annoyed and bitter I become. After years of singing in church choirs, school choirs, holiday pageants, Christmas-themed plays, and carolling-for-extra-credit, now I'm one of those grumps who hates all Christmas music. Fortunately, I don't listen to the radio, or shop at malls, or put myself in positions to have to listen to Christmas music.

Mostly.

I don't have control over the heat in my apartment. Well, that's an exaggeration, but I can't turn the heat off, at least, it's either high or low. And with my big picture windows that face the East, it can get mighty hot in there. (Plus my presence there helps the heat factor.)

Last night, the heat got to be too much for me, and I finally cracked the window. Down on the streets, a homeless man was singing Christmas carols. Of a sort.

Christmas bells ring
Jingle Jingle Hey
Ho Ho Ho
Here comes the Christmas bells
Rudolph too
Hark the Christmas Angels
Jingly Jangly bells
Christmas bells ho ho
Christmas, Christmas time
Can I get a quarter?
Pa rumpumpum drummer boy
Can I get Christmas cheer hey ho ho
Christmas bells, Christmas bells