Merry Christmas, New York!

A blind man walked onto my train tonight, and wouldn't you know, started singing "The Christmas Song." It was sweet, certainly seasonal, and, being that this is the night before I fly home to Pennsylvania, a little emotional I'll admit. But then, as his voice wailed and his head shook with ferocity, the gears inside my dusty brain started spinning and I thought, "Hey, he seems familiar...."

Just as I had begun to mentally place where I'd heard this gentleman's crooning before, he switched songs. It went a little something like this:

Though it's been said,
Many times, many ways,
Merry Christmas,
Merry Christmas, to you...
(beat)
If you want my body,
And you think I'm sexy,
Come on, baby, let me know.

That's right, from caroling to "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?"

Nowhere else, but on the New York subway. See you in 2009! Tomorrow at this time I'll be resting in the chimney of my house-shaped home-state.