Your December 12 Advent treat window looks like this:
You scream, “OPEN THE FUCK UP” at it and it obliges, revealing today’s southern-tinged holiday track:
Here are the lyrics that came to me in a dream where my teeth were on fire:
Well I like the smell of cigarettes
And I don’t mind sniffin’ caves
But when the clock strikes christmas
There’s another smell I crave
It ain’t the smell of turkey
And I don’t care much for bread
So when I think of Santa Claus
I put a candle near my head
light it up
breathe it in
merry christmas
to my kin
Keep you spices, gingerbread
and stockings full of citrus
I love the smell of candles on christmas
Keep your turkey, apple pie
and grandma’s homemade biscuits
I love the smell of candles on christmas
GLENN W. MACAULAY 