A lovely sunrise, and two weather balloons being launched from a nearby aerodrome.
I have simple tastes, and I am certain that Barb will gracefully fulfill my Christmas request.
What I want for Christmas
ain't for Tom, Dick or Harry.
I am saying this because
I want a four-wheel-drive Ferrari,
a bright red Magnum 308
on big tyres and eigh-inch lifts;
doesn't that sound super great
'mongst the redneck Christmas gifts?
Longhorns mounted on the hood,
rifle rack behind the seats,
lookin' fine and lookin' good,
and ain't nothin' else that beats
cruising down Miracle Mile
in chest-thumpin' Bubba style.
Here's my favourite Christmas song, from the Goo Goo Dolls... Better Days.
Sylvia says whatever vehicle is fine, as long as we end up at McDonald's for ice cream.
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