It's that time of year when the world fills with love and when I confess my Christmas Music Before Thanksgiving infraction. I had held personally pretty strong until it came upon this mid-morning clear, when I just reached the snapping point. I needed a little Christmas right that very moment. I was writing my dramatic lit. paper (checking it twice), where I deconstruct the performances of the contestant designers and judges on Project Runway using postmodern practices(yes, yes, I know you're jealous, you wish you're final paper could be half as intriguing and current as mine is). When almost without knowing it, my mouse walked in a winter wonderland over to the iTunes icon. Clicked, and then rockin round the playlist tree to the Ks . . .and what does that naughty (or nice?) curser do? It clicks on Kurt Bestor's Noel. The first album of Christmas. So help me, I listened as I tried to cook my ideas for the paper like so many chestnuts roasting on an open fire. It was holly. It was jolly. And I don't regret a single note of it.

I guess there's only one thing left to say, although it's been said many times, many ways:

Let the Most Wonderful Time of the Year begin!!