It's not even Christmas yet.

Every year around this time, something magical and incredible happens... My sister starts to think she's Mariah Carey, and baby all she wants for Christmas is you.


She starts out a little slow, but LOUD.

During the last chorus, she ends writhing on the floor in happiness.


This whole phenomenon occurred early this year. I think it has something to do with the fact that Christmas carols were being played before Halloween. I'm not saying it's a bad thing, but I think drawing out the spirit of the holiday might make it less enjoyable.


On a different note, my dog sounds like he has cancer of the lungs. He was never much of a smoker, though.