I told Blind Lime and some of the critters to practice Christmas carols till I finished the M&M's and they could join them. And practice they did. 24/7 for the last 7 days. The M&M's were supposed to be done just a few days after I finished Blind Lime but life, the unending honey do list, and the holiday season conspired against me.
I ran out of oxygen and couldn't cut or bend steel till I got another bottle.
The carolers kept singing and playing.
There were boxes to get down, lights to untangle, and bulbs to replace.
And the carolers kept still singing and playing.
It rained for 2 days and I couldn't start painting.
And the carolers kept singing and playing.
It got colder and the paint was taking forever to dry.
And the carolers kept singing and playing.
The cats are deconstructing the Christmas tree and they're suddenly MY cats and for some reason that makes it my fault.
And the carolers kept singing and playing.
The carolers aren't getting any better and sound like they're strangling a cat.
But they keep practicing and practicing, on and on and on an...
My wife has that look in her eye that says she's going to strangle a cat and I'm next.
And the carolers keep singing and playing, and playing and singing. If I hear one more Christmas carol...
Friday I just can't take it anymore, I call the VA Crisis Line.
They put me on hold and made me listen to Christmas carols till I gave up and hung up.
Saturday morning I'm staring at faceless painted farm discs and trying to decide if I'm going to open a can of paint or a bottle of Sangria.
"The Boy" shows up. "Need a hand." he says as he opens a can of paint and sits down in front of the green M&M. She comes alive under his brush.
The carolers are even starting to sound a little better.
Sunday the M&M's join the other carolers around the Christmas tree and they suddenly sound like The Mormon Tabernacle Choir.

I think I'm going to be ok.
From the gang at my house to the gang at your house, MERRY CHRISTMAS.

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