LAST SET OF EXAMS IS GRADED!!!! Lots of Bs in the class, which, I never know whether people will be unhappy or happy about that. (The one person who told me, after handing in her exam, that she got her first "B" in college this semester [in another class] and "was about to cry about it" earned an "A," so at least she won't be crying over my class).

All that remains is my research student's research paper, which has been absolutely-positively promised to me first thing tomorrow morning.

My current pair of quilts are done being quilted, so Friday I think I am going to take the morning to go and get them.

So anyway, here's a Blast from the Past. I was planning on re-posting this sometime, and as I'm in a good mood this afternoon, I think I will.

First, a preface: the song on which this is based, though wildly inappropriate in re my typical thoughts and feelings about Christmas (which, if you've read here for a couple of years, you know: I find the commercialization off-putting. Not enraging, like some people, because I am capable of overlooking it. But I am happier giving and getting simple things selected with the person's interests in mind rather than the big flashy gift. And it's the traditions - the special things - of Christmas that have really come to matter to me as an adult, that really make me happy). But whatever. I love this song and it never fails to crack me up when I hear it. And I like to fancy that I can do a reasonable impersonation (vocally, at least) of Eartha Kitt.

So, here goes: (The original posting was back in '03)

Well.

I normally do not do this sort of thing, but this being the holiday season and all, and my being in a good mood seeing as it is the last day of classes, here goes...

*adjusts boa*
*checks on backup singers*
*nods to orchestra leader to begin*

Santa baby, slip some Koigu under the tree, for me
I've been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa baby, several pounds of cashmere too, light blue
I'll wait up for you, dear
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Don't think of all the yarn I've got,
Think of all the yarn that I haven't bought
Next year I could be just as good
If you bring me what you ought.

Santa honey, I want a Schacht and really that's
Not, a lot
I've been an angel all year
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed
To a Qiviut ranch
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa baby, and fill my stocking with crochet hooks -
and books - you know the kind I like
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some knitting needles made of ebony
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, some golden rings
the stitch-marker kind
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight


and many apologies to Eartha Kitt, and J. Javits and P. Springer (the authors of this little tune...or at least the original version of it)


and no, I will not comment on the semiotics of "hurry down the chimney tonight".

(Links added this year for the edification of any non-knitting readers who might go "Whaaa?" otherwise).