Monday, December 22, 2008

'Twas the Fourth Day Before Christmas

We just got back December 10th from a 3-week adventure in Patagonia to Christmas mayhem in the U.S. (I know, don't cry for me, I've been in Argentina.) Since we missed Thanksgiving and the ensuing weeks of holiday music piped through every commercial speaker, we have been playing mad catch up trying to (a) even "get in the holiday spirit" and (b) get all the shopping done, cards sent out, and cookies baked. After frenzied shopping and some baking (plus doing the mountain of laundry and finally going grocery shopping to restore household provisions) last weekend and this Saturday, we were finally feeling jolly and ready to spend a leisurely Sunday lolling about the house wrapping presents and frosting gingerbread men...

When what to our wondering eyes should appear
But some melted ice-cream, and barely-cold beer!
I looked behind the fridge to see what was the matter
And discovered our compressor had gone down the crapper.

Damn Magic Chef! Damn Santa! Damn house so a-curse-ed!
Damn Lowe's and Home Depot! Your selection is ab-surd!
And January sixteenth is your earliest delivery?
But what do I do with these organic groceries?

So I drove off to Sears and found just the right size
It's arriving tomorrow with ice and water puritized.
So what if now there's no money left for me?
At least I'm supporting the American economy!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM ME & MY NEW REFRIGERATOR: