Good Morning Gentle Readers,
The Winter Solstice is history and so this is the culmination of the Christmas Season that churned through days and weeks faster than cash departing my wallet (leaving faint green skid marks in its wake). We’re tired and I think that Santa's quick stop for coffee captures that satisfied kind of giddy exhaustion many of us feel quite nicely.
Wear A Coat
My friend Mark had this to say and I concur…..
I wish you all a Merry Christmas, A Happy Chanukah. (I too believe that the oil burned for eight days). If you do the pagan solstice thaang – dancing 'round the stones for Dagda, Brighid, and that lot – then for the sake of all that's decent, wear a coat.
Jack Frost Nipping At Your Nose
Drop by any mall and the first thing that is readily apparent is the plethora of really awful holiday music. You can confirm that if you have satellite radio or satellite TV as well.
For every original Merry Christmas Darling, Merry Christmas Baby, or Little St Nick, there’s dozens of other atrocious original compositions by musicians who should have stuck to rock or country or reggae or whatever they were successful with.
Although there are billions of ghastly covers of traditional carols and modern songs, there are very few classy interpretations created by the likes of Harry Connick, Jr., Dianne Schurr, or Ramsey Lewsey.
Sure, I’m a Christmas Music snob, but come on, there aren’t more than two dozen renditions of Christmas tunes worth spinning up. And of those two dozen or so that warrant a listen, there is THE one.
In 1946 Nat King Cole made history with a song written by Mel Torme and Robert Wells that is the quintessential Christmas Song. Arguably the finest Christmas song ever written it has often been covered, but Nat Cole’s first and best can never be duplicated.
…and so I’m offering this simple phrase. To kids from one to ninety two. Although it’s been said, many times many ways, Merry Christmas to you.
From Casa de las Rocas Grande, all the very best. However you celebrate may you and your family be blessed and may the New Year find things exactly as you would have them to be. And when that isn’t possible, take comfort in the knowledge that you are quietly loved and that somewhere a candle burns for you in thought and in prayer.
Special thoughts go out to Rick and his family. Rick's mother passed away early yesterday morning.
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