I’m playing this holiday concert. It’s the stuff nightmares are made of. All about sparkle and jolliness and twinkles and all different kinds of bells including jingly ones and silver ones. It’s loud and shrill and there are too many people. It’s too warm-hearted and lovely. It makes me want to scream at the top of my lungs, turn into a harpy, and eat everyone’s food. And their eyes.
That’s super festive of me. I know.