Spontaneous song description of homeless fellow in the Santa hat panhandling at the intersection across from our car:
Santa beggar
You’re smellin’ pretty rummy; it’s true
You do
Had too many glasses of brew
Please, don’t come down my chimney tonight
Santa beggar
I see those gin blossoms from here
(spoken) Oh, dear
And that big wet stain on your rear
Just don’t come down my chimney tonight
Later that same day, as MB and I were rearranging some stuff around the house, we debated from different rooms about where something should go. We were getting nowhere. Finally … I was overcome by a seasonal ditty once AGAIN and managed to end the discussion with:
“Uhm, honey? ‘Let it go, let it go, let it GO-O-OOHHHH!!!'”
Okay. Something’s really wrong with me ….
HA HA HA HA!!!!
Very clever.
MY Beloved does the same thing. Man, he cracks me up sometimes.
I often do the same thing. Usually to the theme song of whatever my kids are watching on TV at the time.