Jingle Jazz
It’s Christmas Eve, almost midnight.
The gifts are wrapped, I’ve caught up with emails and Facebook messages, and I’m sipping a glass of wine, listening to Couleur Jazz—a radio station, here in Montréal.
Jazzed up Christmas songs are so much better than the usual stuff you hear on other radio stations. Like this last one that just played, a real tear-jerker of a blues song, all about this guy who’s alone for the holidays, his stocking’s full of holes, Santa comes down the chimney and steals his Christmas tree. Ouch!
The van is parked in the yard, snoozing till the festivities come to an end and the World starts turning again. I can’t wait to get back on the road. Oh yeah!
Merry Christmas, my beautiful friends.
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