I love this song

I damn near wore out the 45 when I was a kid. I still love this song. Who cares if it isn't Christmas?

Well, pooh.

For two whole weeks there I was quietly enjoying what seemed like a ridiculous stroke of luck. I booked plane tickets to Chicago for Elaine and me on the 8th and other than the $10 Expedia service charge nothing had appeared on my credit card. I had a receipt, a confirmation from the airline, seating assignments, everything, all apparently for the grand total of $10. Sadly, today, fully two weeks later, the charge finally appeared on the card. I guess I'm not getting a $10 trip to Chicago, but at least I save two weeks interest on the air-fare.