So itâs Christmas Eve and now is when Iâd be hanging our stockings above the fireplace, if we still did that. (We gave up on hanging the stockings after they all fell a few years ago, dragging the creche and the rest of the mantel decorations with them. Also too, we have these one-initial monogrammed stockings, and my name is Fred and my wife and daughtersâ names start with C, K, and S, so thatâs another reason we donât hang them anymore.)
But never mind the stockings, itâs Christmas Eve, and so hereâs Ennis and Jack reminding us of what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.
âAll peopleâ means all people. And donât let anyone tell you different.
And hereâs Anne Lamottâs Advent Adventure.
And hereâs the Pogues.
Thatâs the same old same old that Iâve posted nearly every year for the 19 Christmas Eves this blog has been around. Thatâs partly because the holidays are busy and Iâm lazy and didnât have anything more thoughtful or substantial to post here. And itâs partly because repeating holiday traditions with those you love is a way of reminding one another that youâre important to each other without the awkwardness of actually having to say as much.
Peace on earth, good will to all.