And Then The Gifts….

Yesterday morning, full of excitement, it was time to open our gifts to each other.

My trembling fingers finally made it through the wrapping paper, which seems to get more like thin tin every year, and Sellotape  to reveal the contents. I’m delighted to announce it was exactly what I wanted. Exactly what I’d mentioned to her indoors I’d like for Christmas and for which I’d transferred money from my wallet to her pocket earlier in the month to facilitate the purchase thereof.

Upon opening her gift, from me to her, she was equally delighted to see that what she had indicated she’d like was what was inside and thus she got exactly wot she wanted. You’ll understand that a reverse transference of funds did not take place to enable this purchase. To be honest, it’s not exactly what she wanted as in ‘exactly’. It’s a cheaper, no-name knock-off. Cheap but very cheerful. {There may be trouble ahead.}

I picked up this music{?} on the radio this morning and have never heard it before. I did momentarily think it was the Pogues and was a little nonplused to learn it’s Bob Dylan. If you’re a Bob fan you may want to look away now…. I’ll give you a clue; the comments run from… Bob Dylan, Christmas music, Polka what more could you want. A man jumping out a window well we have that too. ….to a slightly more critically balanced, This is the worst thing I have ever heard in my life. Really, Bob Dylan?

Bob Dylan – It Must Be Santa   Hay, I tried to warn you, okay? And it’s had close to two and a half million hits?

Quote;  Friedrich Nietzsche.

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”