Ding dong ding dong, that is their song

In order to spread holiday cheer, from now ’til Christmas I will be titling each of my posts with a line from a Christmas song.  Surely this endeavor will get us all ready for the season and filled with cheery spirit.  Except for one line I had found: “From Atlantic to Pacific, gee, the traffic is terrific.”  That doesn’t do much of anything.  But bravo on the masterful rhyme scheme.

Yeah, so I’m feeling a little sarcastic today.

All day at work today I was smiling like an idiot.  And I’m not sure why.  The lady that sits next to me asked, “So who is he?”  I tried to assure her it was nothing like that.  I don’t think she believed me, due to the fact that I couldn’t stop smiling while saying it.  I don’t know where it was coming from, but it is better than wanting to cry like an idiot all day.  So I guess I shouldn’t complain.  But, you know, either way you go on this one people will probably think you’re crazy.  I don’t know.  Maybe I am crazy.

Here’s my annual Year-in-First-Sentences Review:

January: I have survived my second New Year’s Eve at the hotel.
February: I took a little field trip to Wal-greens today and loaded up on several types of cough medicine (for day and for night), tissues, chapstick, and cough drops.
March: I changed the look of my journal.
April: Have you ever just looked around and thought, “I have nothing to do”?
May: I intensely dislike confrontation.
June: Andrea texted me: “I have a new cell phone number.  Make sure you save it and get back with me about this movie thing.”
July: I hate the question, “Is this a nice hotel?”
August: I’ve spent all evening with Reid, hearing his traveling stories and looking at his pictures of Rome and Berlin and all I can say is I so want to backpack through Europe.
September: Last night was my last night at the hotel.
October: Last weekend was the longest and most miserable two days of my life.
November: I don’t want to take the elevator at work anymore.
December: Weather like this makes me want a boyfriend–though any warm male body would suffice–to curl up with.

What do you think?