St. Nicholas: Ok, you can skip me this year, or socks if you must. Socks would be ok. But here's a few other things you could do:
1) My friend, the songwriting one who lives in his car? You know the one - he was the spirit animal of that house band I used to play in at the dumpy little brewpub out on Highway 6 - yeah, that guy. He's really a good songwriter, even though his lyrics are usually farther afield than even Blaze Foley or Roky Erikson on acid. Could you maybe find a way to talk him into cleaning up just enough so he could find a girlfriend and maybe then not be homeless, at least for a little while? I've seen any number of these kind-hearted women who like taking on a project like him, but he needs a little help, ok, Santa? or
2) could you also find a way to bring some light and direction into the life of a certain insurance adjuster who's holding up the restoration of that same old dumpy brewpub, that caught fire almost a year ago? Because that was a venue that supported marginal musicians, some on their way up, some on their way down, some just never going anywhere, for almost 30 years? You know the one, I'm pretty sure I seen you downing a St. Arnold's Christmas ale there on several occasions. It's the same venue that organized countless benefits, including an annual one in your name to provide Christmas presents to a battered women's shelter. Yeah, that one; or
3). Could you maybe find a way to send a sign to some of those folks who are just struggling to keep their heads above water or the ones who suffered some horrific injuries as children and then ruin their adult lives re-enacting those tragedies? Just some small sign, maybe a light in the window or random act of kindness that leads them to get help, real help? This request fits too many people to mention (although any resemblance to a certain ex-wife might not just be coincidental) (but she never told anyone what it was, so we can only guess, but then again, maybe she's just crazy); and yeah, of course
4) whirled peas - you know there's several amazing structures in Ukraine that celebrate the flavor you used to claim as St. Nicholas, so I'm thinking anything you could do to help an entire nation struggling with the horror of war, premised on a total human failure, well, I know that's asking a lot, but hey, it's your job?
Ok, I'll sign off now. I got a guitar that needs playing and some lights that Mrs. 3T wants to put up.
1) My friend, the songwriting one who lives in his car? You know the one - he was the spirit animal of that house band I used to play in at the dumpy little brewpub out on Highway 6 - yeah, that guy. He's really a good songwriter, even though his lyrics are usually farther afield than even Blaze Foley or Roky Erikson on acid. Could you maybe find a way to talk him into cleaning up just enough so he could find a girlfriend and maybe then not be homeless, at least for a little while? I've seen any number of these kind-hearted women who like taking on a project like him, but he needs a little help, ok, Santa? or
2) could you also find a way to bring some light and direction into the life of a certain insurance adjuster who's holding up the restoration of that same old dumpy brewpub, that caught fire almost a year ago? Because that was a venue that supported marginal musicians, some on their way up, some on their way down, some just never going anywhere, for almost 30 years? You know the one, I'm pretty sure I seen you downing a St. Arnold's Christmas ale there on several occasions. It's the same venue that organized countless benefits, including an annual one in your name to provide Christmas presents to a battered women's shelter. Yeah, that one; or
3). Could you maybe find a way to send a sign to some of those folks who are just struggling to keep their heads above water or the ones who suffered some horrific injuries as children and then ruin their adult lives re-enacting those tragedies? Just some small sign, maybe a light in the window or random act of kindness that leads them to get help, real help? This request fits too many people to mention (although any resemblance to a certain ex-wife might not just be coincidental) (but she never told anyone what it was, so we can only guess, but then again, maybe she's just crazy); and yeah, of course
4) whirled peas - you know there's several amazing structures in Ukraine that celebrate the flavor you used to claim as St. Nicholas, so I'm thinking anything you could do to help an entire nation struggling with the horror of war, premised on a total human failure, well, I know that's asking a lot, but hey, it's your job?
Ok, I'll sign off now. I got a guitar that needs playing and some lights that Mrs. 3T wants to put up.
