Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

I walked out to the grocery store and drug store this afternoon, which may have been a mistake, but by the time I decided that my back really didn't feel right I was most of the way there so I decided to grit my teeth and push on -- anyhow, I was out of some stuff I didn't want to run out of...

So I was in two different canned-Christmas-music environments, one of which was in a Bing Crosby era mode (I'm glad I'm getting exposed in small doses, unlike the store employees, so I don't run so high a risk of coming to hate and dread what would otherwise be either pleasant or inoccuous music) and by the time I got home, the last song I'd heard in the drug store was mutating as it looped in my brain. (Go figure.)

Have yourself a mercenary Christmas,
Make the yuletide pay ...

Not as catchy as what Tom Lehrer did to Christmas carols, but given the context it seemed to fit.