My Songs Will Go On and On

When I'm sitting at the computer playing MahJong, I sing.

The song selection ranges from Nicole C Mullens Redeemer to Michael Jackson's Billie Jean to Brenda Lee's version of Jingle Bell Rock. Yes, even Jingle Bell Rock.

I can blow through 3 songs in 5 minutes, jumping from one to the next while remaining completely oblivious to the phenomenon that is taking place. It isn't until I catch myself trying super extra hard to sound exactly like the original artist that I realize what's going on.

And Tad? He's usually right there in the room, being force-fed my absent-minded melodies. I've often wondered if his annoyed factor is shooting through the roof at that point . . .

"What a hmmm time

It's the mmmm time

To rock the night away

Jingle Bell Time, it's a swell time

To go glidin' in a one-horse sleigh

"Giddy-up, Jingle Bells, pick up your feet . . ."

"JINGLE WHORE!" Tad yells from the kitchen.

I didn't even notice.

". . .Giddy-up, Jingle Bells, pick up your feet . . ."

"WHORE! JINGLE WHORE," he yells again.

" . . . Giddy-up, Jingle Bells . . ."

"It's JINGLE WHORE!" he screams.

"WHAT?"

"HORSE! It's jingle horse."

"Jingle HORSE?"

"Yes."

". . . Giddy-up, Jingle Horse, pick up your feet

Jingle around the clock

Ringle and a dingle and a dingling dee¹

That's the Jingle Bell Rock . . .

". . . near, far wherever you are

I believe that the heart does go on . . . "

Nah, he's not annoyed. Not annoyed at all.

*actual lyrics can be found here.