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Have a Soggy, Foggy Christmas!



Marty (wingedelephant) and I wrote a song parody a couple of years ago to the tune of "Holly, Jolly Christmas" from the Rankin-Bass animated production Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (1964). This TV special plays a large role in Hale family mythology, because I am often likened to the Bumble, or Abominable Snowman (see above), being tall, fat, shaggy, bad-tempered, misunderstood, and frequently accompanied by a toothache, or so the mythology goes. (Overall, I'd rather be a moose.)

Marty and I love Christmas (or whatever you prefer to call it), and we love our city. So listen:

It's a soggy, foggy Christmas
In Seattle every year;
As you know, there won't be snow,
But have a micro-beer!

It's a soggy, foggy Christmas,
All the boats are lit up fine.
No-one's out to run about,
They're going to shop online.

Oh-ho, the es-press-o,
Grande, iced or hot;
You'll want to stay up late,
So add an extra shot!

It's a soggy, foggy Christmas,
But we're all still full of cheer.
Oh hot doggy,
It's a soggy, foggy Christmas this year!


Merry Christmas!

Why a moose? On the other hand, why a duck?

My wife Marty's family often likens me to a moose. When I was asked why in email today, I responded, "because of my adorably ungainly demeanor".

Marty (wingedelephant) elaborated, "It's not just the ungainliness, with the big body and long legs, and how you kinda amble like a moose.  It's also the air of being slightly absurd yet slightly dignified (albeit somewhat unkempt) and the unsocial-yet-amiable quality, how they are basically pacifistic and mostly like to wander alone in the woods, but will tolerate you visiting if you're pleasant, come visiting in your yard if it seems interesting, and kick your ass if provoked. Also the thoughtful way they stand around and chew while dreamily thinking deep thoughts.  It's true that Ron didn't pick moose, but cops to the mooseness thrust upon him."

So, now you know.