Time to put the Christmas notes you’ve sent away for another year. I do that. I’ve got a box full that I keep on the shelf in my office closet. They’re important to me. Christmas is a festival of the heart. And that’s where I’ve kept Christmas ever since I first heard Mom and Dad helping Santa put up the tree downstairs in our Brooklyn living room all those years ago. That’s why I do a podcast…so I can tell you about it with my mouth instead of just writing about it. I’m a little better with my mouth than with my fingers. Christmas is tough on cynics. Cynics say, “Christ couldn’t have been born in December, because according to the Bible, the shepherds were in the fields tending their flocks. And they don’t do that in December.” I really don’t care when Christ was born. I don’t even care if Christ was the “Son of God.” He gave us lots of good ideas and lots of love. So of course the cynics crucified Him. Because cynics are always afraid of new ideas. And there’s not a lot of room for love in a cynic’s life. Love is reckless and hot. And cynics are carefully Kool.
I figure, even if you don’t believe in Christ, you’ve got to admit His birthday celebration is pretty neat. So is Hanukkah, Qwanza, Solstice, and any other holiday that involves family, friends, music, candles, good stuff to eat, and loving. Lots of loving. And that’s what my Lady Wonder Wench and I had again this Christmas. And your notes were part of that. Thank you.
As Elvis Sang; “Why Cann’t Every Day be Like Christmas, what a Wonderful World this Would Be”…….