|Guess what kind of day we’re planning to have…|
Christmas always makes me think of Midnight Mass. And in every Midnight Mass there were always at least two seriously drunk congregants bellowing at the top of their lungs during Adeste Fidelis or Silent Night. A kind of carol-off. When they had decided to their satisfaction who’d been loudest, the other one threw up. (I mean every single time. There were special ushers, provided with mop and bucket, for that.)
And so on Christmas Eve I think of “Bird on a Wire,” by Leonard Cohen. As my holiday gift/torment to you, here’s my version. Enjoy.