It can only be Christmas Wrapping by the Waitresses! Dr. J. loves loves loves this song! It is one of a few songs he taped off of the radio as a kid because he couldn’t find it anywhere in the stores. It was usually the #1 Christmas song on the local radio countdowns.

It might have helped that Dr. J.’s smokin’ hot elementary school art teacher also liked the song. Don’t worry, she was a great art teacher and wonderful mentor, but never put the moves on Dr. J. or any of the other students like you see in the horror stories in the news now-a-days. 

Dr. J. digresses. This song is the quintessential 80’s Christmas song. The singer is a girl that keeps trying to get together with a guy she likes and they keep missing each other, and a twist of fate, involving forgotten cranberries yield a happy ending.

It begins describing the loneliness of the post-feminist woman of the late 1970s, the foibles of looking for Mr. Goodbar and just missing, only to end up happily ever, with the man of her dreams, when she least expects it, in the canned vegetable aisle of the local convenience store, rather than experiencing disappointment of yet another one-night stand after clubbing at Studio 54.

It’s morning in America, and Christmas Morning nonetheless! God Bless Ronald Reagan.