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Grandma got runover by a reindeer....

Before I get on to my humorous musings for the night, I apologize to ALL of my readers for failing to post over the last week or so. At least I didn't go for a whole month like a certain Miami resident who happens to reside 6 doors down the hall from me....who will remain nameless.

Anyhoo, the most important thing that happened this Thanksgiving is that Christmas began. Yes, the saving joy of Christmas doesn't lie in that whole "Jesus" legend. Rather it can be found in the amazing demeanor brought about by Christmas music. Similar to Bob Marley, it is impossible to be sad when listening to X-mas music...even Blue Christmas or 'Do They Know It's Christmas.' Thank you, Bono. Thanks to you, we are able to tap our toes to an uplifting song about AIDS and poverty in Africa.

So, allow me to offer you my Christmas mix for this, the year of our lord 2005:
Silver Bells - Steve Martin (if you can find it on Limewire/myTunes, GET IT)
Santa Claus is Coming to Town - Springsteen
Feliz Navidad - Jose Feliciano
Here Comes Santa Claus - Elvis
Blue Christmas - Elvis
Santa Bring My Baby Back - Elvis
Run Run Rudolph - Chuck Berry
Merry Christmas, Baby - Otis Redding
Jingle Bell Rock - Bobby Helms
Holly Jolly Christmas - Burl Ives
Let it Snow - Sinatra
The Christmas Song - Nat King Cole (although Tony Bennett does a good rendition)
What Christmas Means to Me - Stevie Wonder

Yep. That is my iTunes playlist currently entitled "Max's X-Mas Mix"
You won't be disappointed.
Money back guaran-damn-tee.
It has the Max Davison stamp of approval.

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Anonymous said…
Why is there no Manheim Steamroller on your Christmas mix?
December 8, 2005 at 7:33 PM
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