here’s wishing you merry xmas with an old family favorite:

See the sunlight through the pine
Taste the warm of winter wine
Dream of softly falling snow
Winter skol, Aspenglow

As the winter days unfold
Hearts grow warmer with the cold
peace of mind is all you know
Winter skol, Aspenglow

Aspen is the life to live
See how much there is to give
See how strongly you believe
See how much you may receive

Smiling faces all around
laughter is the only sound
memories that can’t grow old
Winter skol, Aspenglow

See the sunlight through the pine
Taste the warm of winter wine
Dream of softly falling snow
Winter skol, Aspenglow
Winter skol, Aspenglow

the fantastic four’s baxter building cutaway:

by jack kirby, via arglebargle.

Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month’s newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
–Wallace Stevens

or, to borrow from this analysis:

As I’ve said, a celebration of life, and a roadmap out of the darkness.

Or something like that.

Two by two and side by side
Love’s gonna find you yes it is
You just can’t hide
You’ll hear it call
Your heart will fall
Then love will fly
It’s gonna soar
I don’t care for any casanova thing
All I can say is
Love stinks

I’ve been through diamonds
I’ve been through minks
I’ve been through it all
Love stinks
– J. Geils Band “Love Stinks”

I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs,
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air.
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died.
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside.
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn,
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin’ on like a bird that flew,
Tangled up in blue.
–Bob Dylan