I learned somewhere that the legend of Santa Claus began with a young man who threw a golden ball filled with gifts into a transom, and the golden ball landed in a stocking that had been hung up to dry. If that were to happen in this day and age, I imagine that the golden ball would be viewed with suspicion, just as Halloween candy is often viewed with suspicion. Aside from that, no one would be hanging stockings up…
The caroling turned out to be a success. It didn’t rain, enough people came to sing and drown out the tone-deaf Human Encyclopedia, and I had plenty of mulled wine in me to keep me warm and up for anything. If I had sound bites from the night, they would go as follows: “For five dollars we’ll sing ‘Silent Night’ and for ten we’ll leave you alone and go away.” “Five golden retrievers!” “Let’s have some mulled wine first. We’ll…
The second storm approaches, which will put a damper on the caroling plans tonight. Le Sigh. Share this post:
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First and foremost, Happy Birthday to Janine, who is quite possibly my oldest friend, as we’ve been writing to each other for 20 years. Second, I’d like to offer my sympathies (and apologies) to everyone who, like Janine, has a birthday around this time of year. I’m certain that all you hear upon receiving presents is, “Well, this gift is actually for both your birthday and for Christmas/Hanakkuh.” I know, I know. It sucks, and I am so very sorry…