My lil hipster Christmas tree.

Ok, I LOVE the Christmas season.  I love it more than Tiger loves white, hooker vajayjay (boooo).  One major problem is that because I live in the Los Angeles area, it’s radically difficult to get into the Christmas spirit. So I made some videos to help with the matter. Consider them lil Christmas Spirit Injections.

First up is a short sketch we had the privalage of shooting with motha fuckin Alan Thicke (alanthicke.com).  He reads us his version of “The Night Before Christmas”.  It was a part of The Real Cool Club’s Holiday Special (watch that here).  We were lucky to get Alan in the first place as his schedule was nothing short of crazy.  We managed to find a 12 minute window to race out to Burbank to film him. At Pickwick Ice Rink. After he played a couple hours of hockey. Yeah, he’s good.  He was nothing but gracious, hilarious, and full of class.  Now, Alan was already a legend in my mind, but now he’s – dare I say it – an 80s GOD!  Ok, back to Christmas…

Growing up in the Northwest you have a number of indicators that tell your body the time of year and how to feel. The weather gets cold and snowy, every house has lights up, the city streets are lined with shoppers and holiday displays.  Well, in LA, it only gets “cool” and sunny; people don’t want to be “that guy” with all the lights on display so they just avoid it; and only major malls like The Grove bang up their holiday displays (and even then, it looks like Christmas threw up all over the buildings, walkways and staff).

So as I sit here in my tiny lil house with my fuckin white colored hipster Christmas tree with red ornaments, watching National Lampoons Christmas Vacation for the 5th time, sipping my eggnog latte and smelling my cinnamon scented candle as it burns itself away, I’m still lacking any sort of Christmas spirit. I wish I could go home to the northwest and get a nice lil injection of the holiday cheer, but without fundage to buy a plane ticket, i’m SOL.  It’s ok though. I have my ways of coping with the lack of spirit. I write songs, like the one below.  Enjoy!  Now if you don’t mind, I have to get back to Randy Quaid emptying his shitter. Yum.

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