So I have been asked to submit some photos for a Christmas video over at Dragonflower’s. This gave me a clever excuse to take some photos and update my icon photo. I smiled.

I was dealing hot and heavy all week with a dispute over a sick day and some retaliation intended to get me fired over at the Vons. The manager explained to me that it had “been brought to my attention that you now work for a competitor.” I laughed and said it was not his business. It is not. I am not obligated {due to the high class and scale of demographic encompassed by my new employer which makes it not a competitor or even in the same league and (of course) issues of privacy} to covney anything. It is not his business anyhow. I smiled.

At night and over night, I think of songs that have to do with Christmas and I get excited about seeing my kiddo in less than a couple weeks. All of the standards warm the cockles of my heart but some of the new ones stick with me like the buffet fixin’s at the over zealous holiday purveyor of whom I may visit. I smile.

Some standards remind me of when I used to molest my baritone into a fervor of fruitcake revival. When my deep voice was not deep enough; when I thought that speaking lower and lower would bring me gals. I smile.

And there is the matter of my delusional Vegas show that I came up with years ago - over a decade ago to be more exact. I used to think that I could have a Vegas show (complete with waiving pasties and the like with a lounge type of vibe) revolving around my ultimate favourite Christmas song of “Winter Wonderland“. I was going to call it “Capt’n Dick’s Christmas Extravaganza”. It didn’t sell. No one stepped up to the plate on that one. I smiled.

I smile a lot now.

I am working three days, in grocery (not dairy), at Vons now as a result of some harassment.

I am still loving Bristol Farms which I work a 40 hour week at.

In ten days I see my kiddo.

Is there anything not to love?

Maybe a douse of ‘O’ for ‘O’ in Iowa.

Maybe a douse.

Be good and smile X-Mas style.

Godspeed …