So, picture me today at work--I have a borderline migraine headache from this sinus/cold thing and the university has the heat BLARING in my office. To counteract this discomfort, I have to run my air conditioning unit, one of those 1960's window units that only sorta works. That's really helping out my cold. Anyhow, I'm piddling at my desk when I look up to see a really nerdy priest standing there (okay, so they all look nerdy, point granted). He looks at my name plate outside my door and bursts into what he thought was hymnic song (NOT!)..."Joy to the world, the Lord has come..." I just glared at him and said "yes, can I help you." He then rattled on and on about how great it is to have the name Joy. I gave him a blank stare and he finally moved on to his business. Oh the travail I must endure during this time of year...
See, I can be a drama queen too! It is rather unbecoming, yes I know.
So, in an effort to live up to my name and the season therein linked, I have been wrapping presents, humming along to classical Christmas tunes and stringing lights all around the windows in my house. Now, our humble abode looks like we have fashioned it into a true redneck holiday home. All that is left is for me to crawl up on the roof and put a plastic Santa up there with tacky accoutrements...I have to save something fun for next year, ya know?
Singing joy to the world
All the boys and girls now
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me!
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