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Singing for Christmas

         When I lived far from home, and returned to visit at least twice a month (every week after Mom had a severe heart attack), I had plenty of time in the car. So I would sing every Christmas song and carol that I could remember. Even on work days, it took 20 minutes or more to get to work. Being alone in the car afforded me some singing time.

         Now I'm back in my parents' home, working only minutes away. But I work in a busy university area with no parking. So I ride the bus. You can't sing on the bus, even if it does take half or an hour or more to get where you're going. You can't sing at the bus stop or while walking to the bus stop. So I don't sing Christmas stuff like I used to do. At home, while cleaning or washing dishes I might sing, but so far this year, I haven't gotten to Blue Christmas, White Christmas, or Mele Kelikimaka once.

         Just for the record, I love Darius Rucker's voice, and I love hearing him sing about snow.

         Maybe one day, I'll just go sit in the driveway with the motor running for one or two songs to feel a little seasonal glee. Old habits are hard to break, you know. I heard that singing releases hormones that are good for you. I need something good for me.