I saw a clip of the above on some nameless tv magazine format show. It might have even been the news. So, when I went looking for it on YouTube, I was surprised that it wasn't in some special "hot" listing, and didn't even come up in the first couple of pages of results.
BUT, the following did. So for that semi Anglophile over at Austanspace, here's a different take, also smile worthy:
By the buy, the song was introduced on Mariah Carey's 1994 album "Merry Christmas", which has now sold over 5 million copies making it the best selling holiday album of all time.
Needless to say, listening to this - okay, I was going to call it dreck, but since I'm trying to get into a more Christmasy spirit, I'll be kind and simply call it oh, "paint by the numbers my husband is in charge at Columbia records manufactured not written pop trash", it occurs to me that I may have stumbled upon one of the reasons I haven't really been so into Christmas for a number of years now. I think I've figured out that indescribable something that is missing. Enlightened self-interest. So, for the first time in I don't know how many years, my Christmas Wish List:
1. Santa's Land
Because I've had a freakin' lifetime of being good and I deserve the chance to preserve something like this, so there. Yeah, it's a big ticket item. But check this out, I'm beginning to think there is more here than is known or being told.
The second pic is used online on a tourist website promoting the area, and the file name identifies it as Santa's Land, Putney, VT. I can't say I've ever noticed this guy by the side of Route 5 in Putney. But it's not just that, it's what looks like a roller coaster in the background. It all reeks of West Coast to me, But I like the Santa. Like the other one above, he;s almost kind-a scary looking.
Actually, I might just want to own the place to keep it for myself as a great living space, the hell with the public.
2. I need a car. This has gone on long enough. I promise to take good care of this one. Basically, I'm looking for a 1936 Duesenberg Model J (it's a Dusey!").
If Santa can get one for me, I will promise (if necessary) to be seen driving up and down Main Street in summer with the top down, wearing a large fur coat - and nothing else. Hey, if it's good enough for Madame Sherri.... I mean heck, when I moved here it was still whispered that the West Chesterfield Bridge was built to allow some of the better known gentleman of Brattleboro to sneak over to her parties without being having to be seen down town heading for Hinsdale. Except Madame drove a cream colored 1927 Packard.
3. The Heywood Wakefield art-deco stick-wicker club chair is still available in that chi chi store on Main Street. I went back to take a couple of pictures...
It's late, so finishing my wish list is going to have to wait until tomorrow.