It was a dark and stormy night It was a dark and story afternoon..
It was just a dark
drizzling Baltimore afternoon.
I sat listening to the
wind howl outside the window
cars drive by on wet oily pavement, distant sirens and people yell at each other across the street
while I read
a horror novel “Christmas Eve on Sesame Street” and tried my best to sing “True Blue Miracle” and think happy Christmas-y thoughts.
Its the entire Christmas Eve on Sesame street special made into a story book which includes the songs…
It was difficult to exude Christmas joy along to 1970’s music when its so wet and dreary out and the world seems to have taken a dark turn. I know its subjective though, good things are happening too, (somewhere???) its just difficult to keep them in mind.
I think its appropriate the weather fits more for a noire who-dun-it, or a nice grey toned Scandinavian thriller than a typical few days before Christmas.