I have been writing a new script for a Christmas CD that I hope to produce this summer. Talk about a mind-bender.
Here in March, as I am eagerly anticipating the advent of Spring, I'm writing about Yuletide memories, carols and bells, and dogs peeing in snow. It is strange, trying to live in two seasons at once.
I have also discovered that as I write these Christmas memoirs, I have already been doing some Christmas shopping in my mind. I now know what I am going to buy for my wife and children, and by golly, I might be able to get my Christmas shopping completed before Easter. How's that for a double-whammy?
The only thing I have to figure out is: where do I hide the junk for eight months?