Christmas is Coming

Less than a month until Christmas.

It's getting cold.
Big snowflakes are falling, sparkling in the glow of the multi-colored lights on the neighbor's house.
A fire crackles, flames dance in the fireplace, radiating warmth.
A contented dog is curled up at my feet, snoring peacefully.
A cheesy Hallmark movie plays, making me wonder yet again how the lovely and talented Brooke D'Orsay can possibly find love by Christmas Eve, yet believing that, somehow, the season's magic will make it all work out, just in time.

And yet something seems missing... but what?

With apologies to the good doctor:

Most all SWeeps down in SWeepville like Christmas a lot,
but far to the north, FrozenWasteland does not.

It's not that he's hating the day, or the season,
but something is missing, for some unknown reason.

It's not, to be sure, that his shoes are too tight
and it's been true for years that his head's not quite right

so I think that the most likely reason of all
is that poor Frozi's heart is two sizes too small.

But whatever the reason, his head, heart or shoes,
it's clear that ol' Frozi's got pre-Christmas blues.

So what might it take to get out of this funk?
To think better thoughts than just stink, stank and stunk?

It may not be much, but it may be a start,
they say that it's music that warms the cold heart.

With that, turn up the volume and let me present the dulcet tones of Phil Freeman singing this beloved Christmas classic:

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