First, a special bonus comic strip for Christmas Eve:
And now, today's poem:
Lonely Christmas Eve
I'm not so bad;
I just hate to see a good time had
By everyone but me.
On this lonely Christmas Eve,
I hear them up and down
and up and down the street.
They're making noise, noise, noise, noise
How I hate their happy noise!
There's only one thing I hate more,
come to think of it,
And that's the people who keep making it.
Feast, feast, feast, feast!
They'll have more than anyone could ever eat.
Me, I'm stuck here with my Cream of Wheat.
There's no one here to feast with me
On this lonely Christmas Eve.
Don't they know I'm up here all alone,
In my cave up in the hills?
How I wish that this would go away,
This dreadful holiday
that they call Christmas day.
When they're done with all their Christmas noise,
And they've had their Christmas feast,
Just when I think that I might finally get a moments peace,
They start to sing!
Sing, sing, sing!
Now I'll never get no sleep.
I'm screaming out the window
But it don't do no good;
They sing and sing and sing
all through the neighborhood.
Sing, sing, sing, sing;
They take their little break,
And then they do it all again.
It's a lonely Christmas Eve!
Ben Folds (1966-)
I was originally planning to feature "A Visit From St. Nicholas" today, but I decided that would be trite. So instead I dug up this relatively obscure Ben Folds song, which appears on the How the Grinch Stole Christmas Original Motion Picture Soundtrack. On paper, it has a melancholy tone that is completely absent in the recorded version.
And while we're on the subject of revisionist takes on How the Grinch Stole Christmas, take a listen to this recent commentary from NPR's All Things Considered, in which John Moe reveals the true ending to that holiday classic.