Christmas music that doesn’t suck (4)

I already slapped this one up this year, but it is about Christmas Eve (in the drunk tank), so up it goes again. Can’t tell you how delighted I was to learn that Shane MacGowan has new teefers for the holidays. I wonder if they’ve changed his “singing” voice. …

Meanwhile, Herself, Herself the Elder, Mister Boo and I drove to Fort Fun for an early (and delicious) holiday meal with my sister and her husband. A wonderful time was had by all, and — ¡que milagro! — the trip there and back was completely without incident. Normally we see a half-dozen cars upside down in the median thanks to the usual palette of human stupidities, but this time around there wasn’t even any serious stop-and-go. We even beat the snow home.

A Christmas miracle, to be sure. Here’s hoping your holiday goes likewise.

Intermission

This has absolutely nothing to do with Zappadan, but it’s nonetheless timely, and I like it, so there you have it.

A colleague forwarded this Guardian piece that tells the tale behind the making of one of my favorite Christmas songs, “Fairytale of New York,” by The Pogues, with the late, great Kirsty MacColl on vocals. Herself and I dance to it every Christmas Eve.

Seems “Fairytale” has been reissued on its 25th anniversary, and The Pogues — complete with Shane MacGowan and his “bombsite of a mouth” — will perform at the O2 in London on Dec. 20 to celebrate their 30th anniversary.

And on Dec. 24, Herself and I will dance.