That's What I Want for Christmas

When You siad yesterday
That it's nearly christmas
What did I want, and I thoughtJust love me, love me love
That's what I want for Christmas
When I walk through a room let them see you need me
Walk through a room let them see you love me love me love me
That's what I want for Christmas
Anyone can wish for all the trinkets in the window
Some can even buy the things they see
But the present that I want you'll never find in any window
Bring me love and bring it just for me
When you come home at night take me in your arms and hold me
And kiss me and say you love me love me love me
That's what I want for Christmas
Hold me, kiss me
That's what I want for Christmas

Because I can.

The age-old question,,is there just one single solitary "right" person for each of us in life? I tend to think not. I certainly hope not. Sometimes, though, I wonder. Did I bury my Mr. Right when I was 19? I know Brooks was not the right one. He was a good one,,but not the right one. Robert? I'm not even sure he was a good one. He was a good lover,,but a total sponge and had zero integrity or honor. Mike,,he was a good one and the absolute right one,,for someone else. I'm not sure yet about the current one. Good one? Absolutely. Good man? Absolutely. Honor and integrity? Absolutely. The right one? Jury is out.

All I Want for Christmas

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There's just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is... You

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There's just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you
You baby

I won't ask for much this Christmas
I don't even wish for snow
I'm just gonna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe
I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won't even stay awake to
Hear those magic reindeers click
'Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do
Baby all I want for Christmas is you
Ooh baby

All the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children's
Laughter fills the air
And everyone is singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa won't you bring me the one I really need
Won't you please bring my baby to me...
Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
I just want to see my baby
Standing right outside my door
Oh I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is... You
All I want for Christmas is you... baby

On being a Witch

My day was Wednesday. They let us "dress up" at work. That means for the general population,,coming in costume. For me,,apparently,,according to my coworkers,,I got to finally come as myself. A witch. Of course. Not just any old variety of witch. A delicously wicked witch. Hat,,got it. Broom,,got it. Leather boots,,got em. Very short clingy witch dress,,got it. Red lipstick,,got it. Black lace under the witch dress,,,got it. Propositions,,got em. I should be able to do the witch thing every day. It was grand fun. Not since appearing in "The Dress" have I had that much fun with my clothes on.
To answer the questions,,,A very good witch. Black lace. Yes they are real. Only if you ask me to. I don't shriek,,I moan. Reverse witch.
Hope you had as much fun as I did.

Memory Jolt

While cleaning out my closet today I got yanked back to a place I really didn't think I would ever go again. I found his CDs. I thought I had removed all traces of him,,and there he was. The first,,the young Mike,,so freakin young and beautiful. Incredible raw voice. Not yet wise enough or aged enough to have the soul that he sang with later. Boundless energy in that young Mike. Cocky and fiesty and so damn good. I remember the first time I heard him sing,,he brought his guitar over one lunchtime and just sang for me. I sat and marveled at the talent,,the beauty of the voice,,the beauty of the man. How could anyone sing like that? Sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace ,,music scattered across the table,,"pick two" he would say,,and he would sing for me. Lunches at the park,,singing,,listening,,brainstorming and analyzing. The many days and nights he would arrive guitar in hand to see what I thought about this version compared with that one. The second CD,,,God the memories. I remember us being in my bed and him drifting,,"there is a song in me right now". Holding me,,composing in his mind,,talking through what would become Wonderland. The tears in his eyes when he was formulating the words,,reaching for his guitar and working through bits of the music to go with the words his brain was spinning. Hotel in Dallas playing through different songs,,still working on Wonderland,,trying to build the new CD. Searching for the perfect songs. Asking,,have you written anything for her? Anything for Sam,,,and then hearing Sams Lullaby for the first time and knowing,,insisting it had to be on the CD. Never has a father loved a son like he does. The myriad of phone calls,,,which song first,,,too much bass?,,,cover design?? The recording sessions,,meeting before and after. Pep talks,,listening.
I sat and held the CDs for quite a bit trying to decide if I could listen to them or not. What would his voice do to me? Had it been long enough? Was it worth the risk? Of course it was. I loaded the CD player,,,pushed play,,,and let the wonder flow. Still the same amazing voice. Still powerful. Still magical. Still Mike. It has been long enough.

New security system at the house. It has a camera. A web camera. I can supposedly log in and view what's going on in my house from remote locations. Yeah right. I can supposedly send email from my cell phone too,,but you see that happening? Ok,,the upside to this whole camera thing,,I can come home and review what all has gone on in my house while I was gone. What I learned? The dogs do not come upstairs at all if I'm not here. The downside to this camera? It's always on,,got busted doing yoga,,lovely. Not exactly what you want to hear when you've just stretched your legs up and placed both feet behind your head. Friend bleeps in and says,,,Hey,,nice move. Great. Gotta be a way to shut that camera off. Gotta be.