Observations From Hadleyville: THE (LA) CHRISTMAS SONG

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

THE (LA) CHRISTMAS SONG

Hotdogs roasting on a BBQ
Sunblock covering your nose
Yuletide carols blasting from passing cars
And friendly folks in their Speedos
Everybody knows, dark glasses and a floppy hat
Help out if the glare's too bright
Sunburned tots with their skin all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight
They know that Santa Annas are on their way
Blowing mild Winter weather every day
But every mother's child is gonna cry
When the seagull droppings start to fly
And so I'm breathing in this smoggy haze
With folks from SPF 1 to 92
Although it's been said, many times, many ways
LA Christmas, LA Christmas,
laid back tutti-frutti Christmas to you.

Paul Aldrich

4 comments:

The Navy Christian said...: Ah, my friend, but it's been freezing in San Diego lately! Hope it's warmer up in LA or we'll have to start singing the original version!; December 8, 2009 at 8:29 PM
Don the Baptist said...: Actually, I live in the High Desert. We're expecting snow this week.

...but COLD in San Diego? Where's Algore when we need him?; December 8, 2009 at 9:21 PM
The Navy Christian said...: I don't know, but I dare him to stand the rev watch with me in a few hours!; December 8, 2009 at 11:42 PM
Eric said...: I'm dreaming of a warm Christmas, just like the ones I've always known ...; December 9, 2009 at 7:49 AM

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WHAT'S THIS HADLEYVILLE THING?

Those of you familiar with Mark Twain’s works might recognize my blog title. As Samuel Clemons grew older, he became increasingly disillusioned with humanity. Towards the end he began referring to the Damned Human Race; employing the secular and religious epithet at one stroke.

I find I’ve not reached that level of despair myself. I still believe in redemption and I still see signs of nobility even among we fallen, damned creatures. So, I could not bring myself to call this blog “On the Damned Human Race.” I do however, resonate with another of Clemmons stories; “The Man That Corrupted Hadleyburg.” And viola, there you have it. “Observations From Hadleyville.”