Yesterday, I pledged to thoroughly and unabashedly celebrate Christmas until the minute I board the plane for staging. To comply with this personal mandate I will feel no guilt while listening to "Baby, It's Cold Outside" on repeat fifteen days before Thanksgiving and I will only drink coffee from my Christmas mug. I'm going to deck the halls so hard, the slightest whiff of pine after January 6th will make me nauseous. I will need till December 2014 just to recover. After all, this is my last Christmas in the States and I will by merry enough for three holiday seasons.
So if you see me on the street sporting an ugly Rudolph sweater, don't judge, I'm just getting my fill. And to help you get yours, I leave you with this video of- not because it's relevant but because it shares its name with this post- "Last Christmas" featuring Elton "Wishes he were John" Langland as the singer-songwriter, George Michael.
