And this is a song that didn't get covered to death like it deserved, so it's still fresh and beautiful as ever.Ī lot of 'new' rock Christmas songs can suck it (I'm looking at you, former Beatles). Give Me Your Love for Christmas - Johnny Mathis Heavy doses of the Rat Pack, Johnny Mathis, Rock and Roll and a dash of comedy. Of course I can't just turn on whatever local radio station is spewing out Mariah Carey or some flavor of the month saccharin crap - I have very specific needs. I make no apologies for loving Christmas music. God bless us everyone.Ĭountdown to Christmas: Favorite Holiday Tunes Finally, for those of you who can't wait until January 3rd for Michigan's bowl game, here's 18 minutes of football porn. Here's Newt and Calista Gingrich's video Xmas card, that makes me want to be violently drunk. My Drunk Kitchen also has a Christmas special that involves the futility that is a gingerbread house. Starting off with a bang: Drunk History: Twas the Night Before Xmasis live on the internet. So in addition to minimal posting over the next fortnight due to my drinking schedule, you may come here and find nothing but a vast sea of emptiness comparable to the Juttland Wastes. In any event, remember that robots get tired too, and have a happy New Year.Ĭountdown to Christmas: Christmastime video on the internetĮditors note: My plan is to migrate the site to a new space between now and the end of Xmas vacation. I'd tell you to look for these in my Etsy shop,where I will turn this drunk idea into a Martha Stewart-esque fortune, but you're probably better off telling me you admire them and then waiting for an occasion for me to make you one. The first few should be relatively self-explanatory, the last was for Damma: all of her grandkids as very tired robots. As crude as it was, it got admired and some how led to these, my new line of Sleepybots Jammys. My friend Lieberstein had a 'come in your PJs brunch' back in the day, and I drew a crude sleep ridden robot on a t-shirt to wear to the shin dig. In a similar fashion, when I off the cuff suggested turning a t-shirt I drunkenly made two and half years ago into Xmas presents, she showed up the next morning hurling t-shirts at me with requests. Instead of calling me on this atrocity, she merely said 'How about you turn that into our Xmas card?' She's good. One night I had an idea to draw the family in horrible Xmas sweaters and then scale it huge to place on our front lawn as part of our exterior holiday confections. She generally hears me say something inane, stupid, or at least grandiose and then scales it into something awesome. Months later I'm forced to half heartedly do something that I don't have the talent or perseverence for. I tend to have a few drinks and run my mouth, and then someone calls me on something that I said was a good idea.

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