Relative Something

I woke up with the chorus of Stevie Wonder’s song, “Love’s in Need of Love Today,” looping in my inner soundtrack, which is impressive since it needed to worm its way past all the Christmas songs moved into constant rotation this season.

“Run, run, Rudolph!” Thank you, Chuck Berry.

While I was lavishing oodles of tender-loving care on the horses this morning, it occurred to me that by choosing to care for rescued animals, we are essentially cleaning up a mess that other humans created.

“Ooh, Merry Christmas, Saint Nick…” Thanks, Beach Boys.

For all the neglectful, malicious, and evil behaviors of unhealthy people in the world, the rest of us end up becoming the parental figures who must do what needs to be done to mend the damage they cause.

“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…” Thanks, Nat “King” Cole.

Sorry, Christmas songs, I’m going with Stevie today.

…It’s that love’s in need of love today
Don’t delay, send yours in right away
repeat
repeat
repeat

The traditional holiday tunes will loop back into my brain soon enough.

“I love those J-I-N-G-L-E bells…” Thanks, Frank Sinatra.

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