The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year

I heard a bloke singing that out of his window as I came home from the supermarket.  Ok not so super a market.

It's been a day that John Carpenter would have enjoyed.

Me, not so much.  

When you wake up and all you can see is fog and greyness, your heart does not sing.

Not that I can sing anyway.  But you get my drift.

This is a street not far from here.  They put up their own illuminations, I like that about living here.