I can’t really blog because

I have a rich and bubbly cold and can’t think very far about anything except the fact that I’m profoundly unready for school tomorrow. Not only do I have nothing to say but I haven’t been reading anything either
EXCEPT
for Simcha Fisher
who is so funny I have just spent the last ten minutes weeping real tears of laughter. I commend to you her latest post, but also her important and immortal thoughts about the Little Drummer Boy. In particular, point number six
“6.  What is it with this song?  “Little drummer boy?”  What little drummer boy?  You played your drums for a newborn?  Par-rum-pa-pum-what? What kind of drum makes that sound?  100% terrible!  There is nothing and no one that can make this song listenable.  My stars.”
I read this moments before hearing Scott Simon (I think–the days are sewn seamlessly together) weeping first about the beauty and sacredness of I’m dreaming of a white Christmas (I kid you not) and then about his ‘favorite’ holiday song of all time…that’s right, the Little Drummer Boy.