I just heard the worst version ever of "Winter Wonderland", performed by Paul Anka. Apparently, on the day of recording, Paul received a crushing blow to the head and woke up suffering under the delusion that he was Sammy Davis, Jr. The resulting record is quite tragic. Poor Paul! I do hope he hasn't had any lasting effects from the accident.

The song was followed immediately by a breathy, angst-ridden track by some unidentified emo chick who was boohooing about existential pain and why'd you leave me in the wintertime and blah blah blah. Hey, here's a thought -- perhaps because spending more than sixty seconds in the same room as you would make even the most easygoing guy want to slit his wrists. Ease up a little on the ennui and try to grab some Christmas spirit, Whiny McBummerpants. I hear Prozac has come out in candy cane form this season. Try one (or several)!