This might be the only song that could have possibly made last week’s heartwarming FDL holiday party any better.

I am… not the biggest fan of Christmas. Don’t have anything against Christmas-qua-Christmas; it’s just not the most comfortable holiday for non-believers. I try not to rain on anyone else’s parade, because there’s no need to spoil anyone’s holiday, so I typically try to keep all of this to myself, except in cases where, say, my goyische roommates wanted to X(mas) up a house that was home to two Jews.

But I think my Christmas anti-spirit is diminishing with age. Jewish Christmas has been magical these last few years in D.C., filled with Chinese food and movies and Red Room beers. (Please, Black Cat: no DJ this year. And I need the Pogues on the jukebox.) And seeing the cheer on the faces of my Christmas-celebrating loved ones makes me disinclined to say or do anything that might diminish that joy, a precious commodity in this fallen world. So merry Christmas to all, and to all some Fucked Up.