A hand for each hand was planned for the world. Why don't my fingers reach?

For the record, I'm not posting this because I'm feeling particularly sad, I'm not. It's true it's been a quiet night (and day) but tomorrow I get to play with the nephew, so...

I'm also not running it because I have a nostalgic feeling about Mr Magoo's "A Christmas Carol." It's one that I somehow missed growing up; I can only assume that's because it was always scheduled opposite A Charlie Brown Christmas or Little Drummer Boy (and 99% of anything Rankin/Bass ever made), which I do have nostalgic feelings for.

Why then, am I running it? I'm running it because I saw this today and I was genuinely impressed with the song, like, from a writer point of view.



Now that's an impressive lyric (take that, Sting!). It didn't surprise me to learn from a little searching that the songs were written by Jule Styne, who wrote the music for Gypsy, and Bob Merrill, who wrote music and lyrics for Carnival.

(They both wrote more than a few other things, too, I'm just saying the song has a pedigree.)