Tortilla Night
I can get really hung up on words sometimes, which is horribly irritating. They play back in my head over and over, glazing over cognizant thoughts and any other sensory information that's processing in there at the same time. I sometimes unconsciously put that word to the tune of songs, which then get thrown in the mix, adding that every-annoying song in the head to the word in the head and creating a cacophany of bad melody, repetative syllables, and the drone of my own inner voice.

That word right now is 'Tostitos'.

The song is Silent Night.
You are a king by your own fireside, as much as any monarch in his throne.