Wonder Wench Writes

My Louie-Louie Lad and I remember a skinny kid in an old leather jacket and carrying a beat-up guitar who came to the radio studio late one almost Christmas night and sang Christmas carols … just the gentle sound of his guitar and his quiet voice … but Jose Feliciano made Christmas for us even more beautiful that year … long before he became famous … and the lights of of our Christmas shone brighter because of him.

 And there was a day when my Louie-Louie Lad caught me without a tree … and went out and got one for me because that tree was also Christmas …

 Or the day I went to the airport to pick up a present from him … and he turned out to be the package …

 But the most bestest Christmas of all is the one in this week’s podcast. That’s the one with real telephone bells ringing in my memories …

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