There is only one Christmas Song and there is only one Nat King Cole. First recorded in 1946, it is unquestionably the quintessential American Christmas song.
My friend Jay tells me that in New York City it was once very common on chilly winter days to smell the aroma of chestnuts roasting over open fires all across the city. While it is fading custom, one can still buy hot roasted chestnuts on the streets of the Big Apple during the holidays.
My kids left elaborately decorated cookies and a glass of milk for Santa. A couple of years back The House Blond left a glass of wine for Santa, but not this time. Something about bad influences and Santa preferring milk to a glass of the red.
The Boy expected that a Coke might be in order.
Thought we were about going to have a Blew Christmas, but the winds have faded with the cold and Christmas Day promises a bit warmer weather.
Although it's been said. Many times. Many ways. Merry Christmas to you.
The Wine Commonsewer