It's been a bah-humbug week. If the weather weren't so beautiful, I think I'd be even further down in the dumps. My Grinchy demeanor was even getting on The Hub's nerves: he who is the Cheeriest Man Alive, the mayor of all personkind, as it were.
His attempts to play holiday cuts by Ella Fitzgerald, Ray Charles, and James Taylor were all vetoed by me. Then he begged me to hear just one. "Trust me, you'll love it."
He was right.
And you will, too:
