Christmas in September?

Oh, how I love holiday-themed TV shows. So, a Christmas themed episode of West Wing just came on and I'm now all bleary eyed and singing "What Child Is This" around my apartment and excited for the holidays. Stage fright that I have, I've never been afraid to sing carols. I've been singing them my whole life, and they mean the world to me. With a name like mine, Christmas is the center of your being, religious or not. I celebrate a secular Christmas (hey, it was a Pagan holiday after all), and think there's nothing wrong with that. The holiday is about joy, about being kind to your neighbor, about loving and giving and lights and smells, and happiness and being glad to be alive. None of that is specific to religion. I will continue to sing my carols and know that they bring me joy, something we could use more of in this world, really, regardless of what you think.

Belt it Out

The chorus I sing in is on break now and I always forget how much it gets to me when I'm not singing regularly. Sure, I sing to radio every day and in the shower, but singing regularly, especially in an organized fashion is such a release for me. Today I'm belting out my favorite chick rock in my apt, like these, and damn it feels good:

Same in Any Language, I Nine
1234, Feist
Hands Clean, Alanis Morrisette
Portions for Foxes, Rilo Kiley
Come Clean, Hilary Duff
Crazy On You, Heart
Silver Lining, Rilo Kiley
Breathe, Anna Nalick

When the loneliness leads me to bad dreams,
and the bad dreams lead me to calling you
and it's bad news
Baby, I'm bad news