Merry Christmas

"Well. All of a sudden, the man in front of me soils himself. I guess his sphincter just relaxes. Shit runs down onto his shoes, but he keeps walking. He doesn't seem to notice. …

The above is from "My Advent Adventure," by Anne Lamott, which is probably still my favorite thing ever written about the Real Meaning of Christmas. As my friend Dwight used to say, It's all about incarnation.

It's Christmas Eve, and between now and sunrise, three spirits will be visiting the Naval Observatory. (That's my Christmas wish, anyway.)

"So Happy Christmas, I love you baby. I can see a better time, when all our dreams come true."