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Don’t you just love this time of year that maxes out credit cards and unites families to revisit arguments from the year before?  And how better to exhibit this joy than redecorating your house with cheap junk made with sweat labor from Asia.

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When I was working for a new home builder as a Warranty Manager I had the pleasure of knowing an elderly couple who for them, Christmas was the ultimate holiday and they showed it by elaborate displays of Christmas paraphernalia that would make the shops on Rodeo Drive jealous.

The couple, Merry and Dave – that’s right, even the wife’s name reflected their love for the holiday – owned a home in Frisco, Texas and utilized an entire bedroom and its walk-in closet to store all of their ornaments, tree, lights and statues of Kris Kringle, angels, elves and reindeer.  If there was any part of the Christmas tree showing, it was an oversight that was quickly corrected with another ornament of the Magi or a sled.  It was an event that took Dave an entire month to assemble and hang, and another to take it all down and store away until next year.  It was literally wall-to-wall Christmas ornamentations.

The Juicy Couture boutique in Beverly Hills, Calif ain’t got nothing on Merry and Dave’s home decorations in Frisco, Tex.

The Juicy Couture boutique in Beverly Hills, California ain’t got nothing on Merry and Dave’s home decorations in Frisco, Tex.

Dave and Merry are of course the exception to such decorative displays.  Most I think who take the time to dress up their home, inside and out, are not quite as ambitious.  I’d like to think my wife and I fall into that category.  My wife, Roseann, works on the inside …

above the TV dining room table hallway decorations living room decorations more hallway decorations the tree

… and I tackle the outside for the most part, though she is also a big contributor to the low-hanging decorations like the lights on entry walk and the garden wall at the front of the house.

entry walk decorations garden wall decorations

And here’s what the finished product looks like.

Xmas on Sherman Dr

Okay, so maybe we do tend to exert ourselves a bit but Clark & Ellen Griswold we’re not.

Of course most people don’t bother to decorate at all.  Let’s face it.  The Christmas spirit for many entails lighting themselves up with plenty of yuletide eggnog or a bourbon-laced hot toddy rather than lighting up their home.

But what about those half-hearted efforts we often see by some who have at least thought about participating but just didn’t see themselves taking it too far.  You know the type.  A Christmas wreath on the front door.  One red and one green flood light in the driveway light fixture anchored on the exterior wall.  Or the single string of lights around the front door frame.

These are men and women you might think are cheap or simply lazy but I like to see them as people with minimalist tendencies.  They drive the most economic version of transportation with only an AM  radio, adjusting their own side mirrors and roll down their own windows.  They have basic cable or may even get their reception from an outside antenna.  And watering the lawn during the summer is required only when the grass starts showing shades of yellow.  You may want to snobbishly chortle at such people but at least they can make paychecks meet and even sneak a little away in a hidden nest egg so they can take that weekend summer trip to Pensacola or Bossier City, Louisiana.

So, in  celebration of the Christmas minimalist, let me display a few of their decorative efforts I have observed on my daily walk with my dog Millie in tow here in my hometown.  Click on each pic to get a better view

Here are a few of the typical minimalist decorations with a door wreath.  As the first photo shows, double doors means double wreaths along with a reminder of the July 4th holiday off to the side.  The red, white, blue and green of Christmas is a cherished tradition for some apparently.

double door wreaths door wreath and porch ornament single wreath

Most Christmas minimalist tend to stay close to the porch.  The first one reflects this while the second ventured out to the yard and decorated their walkway lamp post

porch santa walkway light fixture decoration

This one seems more like a cop-out rather than explaining why they didn’t decorate their yard with nothing more than a realtor’s yard sign.  Jesus’ dad lights up the sky with a heavenly host of angels and they can’t run a string or two of lights?

jesus is the reason I jesus is the reason II

Nothing says Xmas like an inflatable Santa.  It took more effort to wrap the boxes at his feet than it did to blow him up.

inflatable Santa

Not only did this person not take time to decorate for Xmas, they took an equal amount of time to remove their Halloween decoration.

Halloween pumpkins

This one I threw in as a bonus. It has nothing to do with Xmas but does indicate that if people with dogs are passing by and their pet wants to leave a little gift on their yard, please be sure to tote it off in the gift wrapping they so generously supply here.  Might Santa have need for it should Donner or Blitzen drop a loaf while visiting?

doggy poop bags

But none that I have seen here in Denton beats this clever effort by what has to be the greatest Christmas minimalist alive today.

a true Christmas minimalist

‘Ditto’ sign on Kristina Green’s house points to Christmas lights display on Eric Cyr’s house.

Of course what really matters is that we let the tension from work subside and allow ourselves to be transformed for a brief period as the colder weather sets in and songs of Noel are playing on the radio 24-7.

Christmas takes on some different meanings for many people but it has something we all share.  Outside of the negative atmosphere generated by the “war on Xmas” crowd and the crass commercialism that begins the day before Halloween, most of us are transferred back in time when, as children, a two-weeks break from school was thought to be the greatest gift of all and the sense that something really magical was transpiring as Christmas day approached, making us truly glad to be alive.

Merry Christmas Everyone



Spend time laughing, loving and sharing with those you find yourself surrounded with today.

And please keep in mind and support those underpaid over-worked employees at Wal-Mart who are risking their jobs by going on strike to seek better working conditions.  I know the low prices and Black Friday specials at Wal-Mart are hard to resist, but remember those prices are low because of the cheap foreign labor markets they buy from as well as the un-living wages and benefits they offer their employees.

BOYCOTT WAL-MART ON BLACK FRIDAY


There are those of us who no longer consider ourselves part of the religious community we were raised in but will be hosting family affairs this Thanksgiving where most attendees still, to some degree, consider themselves committed Christians.  Should we concede to the expectations of our family and guests or stick to our convictions as a matter of principle and avoid the traditional prayer?

I am perhaps the only member of my family that has openly professed that the religion I’ve been exposed to all of my life no longer holds any relevance for me.  Yes, I am an apostate but I have no regrets.  None at least until it comes to having family over to my house for Thanksgiving.  It has not been possible for me to get everyone to sit down and eat without some member of the family expecting a prayer be said before the meal is consumed.

I don’t want to be insensitive to people’s needs to fulfill certain rituals and have on past occasions put something together myself that didn’t require invoking a blessing from the God of Abraham or Jesus.  I just find it more difficult each year to be part of something that now seems so artificial and cultish.  So how to deal with offering up a Thanksgiving supplication this week to spiritual figures who are not real for me as I host family members who devoutly believe that “God is in control”?

I could delegate that responsibility to one of those family members who feel the need to pray.  In fact, on at least two other occasions I have done that very thing, giving that honor to my older brother who late in life seems to have developed an evangelical fervor that I haven’t seen since just before being kicked out of seminary for disobedience (he was caught smoking cigarettes).  But the last time he was here in 2008 he was so disappointed in the outcome of the elections that he managed to slip something of a mild curse into his prayer that was aimed at the new President-elect.

I suppose his Republican leanings along with my solid support for Obama created a rift between us and as a result we haven’t seen or heard much from him and his wife until recently, when, to my surprise and delight, he accepted the invitation I extended to him in an e-mail.  This Thanksgiving dinner therefore is being seen as an attempt to mend fences, so it seems the least I can do since Obama will be in the White House for another 4 years is to allow the traditional prayer a role in our family holiday get-together.

I could once again delegate this role to my older brother and risk another swipe at the man who grates at him.  Or there is always my sister-in-law whose Calvinistic upbringing remains in tact. (She once confided in me that great wealth is a blessing from God)  But then I have always felt that delegating this tradition was something of a cop-out since my wife and I are after all the hosts.   The curse of this holiday convention confronts me and I feel like Tevye with his hand stretched to heaven shouting out “TRADITION!” … but more as a curse than an affirmation.

Perhaps the cure for what ails me lies somewhere in my brothers words in his response to my invitation

“I was almost afraid Politics was going to set us apart this year but you know that would never fly with me.  So, let’s do as the Holiday suggest and Give Thanks for all the many Blessings throughout the year and catch up on all our Family’s well being. Amen”

This isn’t a church-sanctioned holiday so I could be forgiven for giving thanks without thanking someone who remains invisible in form and circumstance.   There are indeed things to be thankful for.  Compared to many in this country and around the world, my worst day doesn’t compare to the victims of Hurricane Sandy or those who have had to flee their homes to avoid becoming “collateral damage” from the deadly artillery and air assaults of despots, religious fanatics and military hawks in places like Syria, Gaza, Afghanistan and Tel Aviv.

Yet somehow pointing this out in a Thanksgiving day prayer often unsettles those who don’t want to be reminded that while they enjoy a warm, comforting day with friends, family and food, there are those who will have little of this, not only now but for weeks, months and years to come.  I suspect too that my conservative relatives don’t want to feel guilty because the free-market system that has served their needs adequately has not been so kind to others.  But then such concerns often get easily dismissed because it is only from a lazy mentality that such people find themselves wanting.  To them greed and abuse within financial institutions have had little to do with how people find themselves jobless and homeless.

I could include a sort of “fair and balanced” offering for those billionaires that have recently suffered losses in this down market.  I understand that both the world’s number one and number two richest people – Mexican telecommunications magnate Carlos Slim and Microsoft owner Bill Gates, recently lost about 2% of their total net worth.  Slim is worth $70.6 billion and Gates has to make due with $60.4 billion.  But this of course would be pretentious of me and would only re-ignite certain animosities that I and my brother are trying to get past.

So, with all that to consider, here’s what I have come up with that I think will appease the sensibilities of each and everyone at our table this Thursday.  If not, then there is the knowing that an ideal world is a fantasy and that those who think otherwise are only doomed for disappointment everywhere they look for it.

We give thanks today for the fact that we still have the means to nourish our bodies and soul, unlike millions in this country and around the world who have lost their homes, their health and their lives from economic and political crises or extreme natural disasters.  Let us find solace in the knowledge that true blessings are not found through our ability to possess and consume manufactured goods but that they derive from loving, and sharing that love and our resources as best we can when the needs arise.  This gift of life should be spent with family and good friends, laughing and loving, working and playing and enduring the grief and hard times that are an inexorable part of all of our lives, from the cradle to grave.  Amen

That’s a gratuitous Amen, but hey!  It’s my contribution to the reconciliation efforts in play here.

Is it God that allows some to be more blessed than others or is it a matter of one’s birth right and birthplace?


It’s that time of year again for me to roll out my Thanksgiving humor piece.  This will be the 2nd year I’ve posted this on my blog but the third year all total from the time I first posted it on the AC Content site, now known as Yahoo! Voices.   That means some of you will have to indulge me one more time while others will see it for the first time.  I hope the 2nd (and third) times for some of you (yes, I’m thinking of you Donna) will still enjoy it.   Maybe by next year I will come up with a sequel or something altogether new.  In the meantime, here’s Tom Turkey’s view of life in the too-soon-to-die lane.

 

Why do I start feeling uneasy when the leaves start changing colors? What is it about this time of year that creates a need for me to put my life in order? Here I am, without a care amongst my peers and being fed very nourishing meals. I do begin to worry that my thighs are becoming overly plump, however. That can’t be a good thing. And I get to lollygag around in a sheltered enclosure, somewhat crowded but appearing to thin out more and more each day. Can life get any better?

I can recall my days as a young poult. I haven’t been here that long but it was a happy time with all my kin. And yet, there’s been this dread that all was not well either. I began to see less of the older relatives and more and more new turkeys would arrive from places unknown. Poor things would look half-starved. That would change of course as they were “fattened up” so to speak by our great accommodations and generous hosts here at Turkey Trot Farms.

Rumor has it that there is a great feast that ultimately we will attend. There will be a large gathering of people who will stand over us with looks of adoration and anticipation. We will be the center of attraction and many will rejoice later that day about how satisfied they were with us. So why do I have this propensity to worry and feel an inexplicable, uncomfortable warmth about me?


I appear to have favorable views by my human providers. Each day they give me a physical work over and seem delighted that I am progressing to their great satisfaction. Just last week I received a recognition that everyone is gobbling about. It’s a nice shiny medal engraved with the salutary “Grade A” on it that my human admirers seem to take exceptional glee with. It did hurt just a bit though when they stapled it to my wing but that is perhaps necessary to prevent any theft or loss. Some of my younger cousins do appear to be grudgingly envious of it; not to mention I really don’t have a safe place I can keep it.

I feel good about my surroundings and yet there is an air of foreboding. I sense it more each day when my human caretakers visit our abode and then leave with some of my friends and relatives. Perhaps I just have an excessive sense of anxiety. Why would I feel angst at the fact that I am well tended to and well-nourished? I am relatively young and I have my whole life before me.

Oh look! There are my human friends now and it appears they are heading my way. I wonder what joy they will bring into my life today?

Have a Safe and Full-filling Thanksgiving Holiday !


Though it’s the date we celebrate each 4th of July, it is the direction that the signing of our Declaration pointed us in that needs to be acknowledged each year and fulfilling the aspirations that great but less than perfect men had designs for which remains a work in progress still today.

 

I’m particularly fond of the 4th of July holiday because it is one of the major holidays whose significance is not associated with the church.  That institution, while giving us some of the better virtues we admire, none-the-less gave us the Crusades and the Inquisition while also spawning such infamous social responses to perceived evil like the Salem Witch Hunts and the rise of the KKK to stymie and prevent efforts at racial integration.  But Independence Day is tainted with its dark side too.

Jefferson, who wrote the Declaration of Independence and all the men who affixed their names to that document declared in it the high principles about how “all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness”.   Yet all of the signatories were white males and most of them owned slaves.  Those who didn’t were of the common opinion of that time that blacks were inferior to the white race and that women were unqualified to serve in politics.  The woman’s domain was the home and their role was to be in obeisance to their husbands.  Equality was not intended to reach these populations back in our infancy as a nation.

This aspect of our history was omitted in history books as I grew up and I’m sure the Texas Board of Education will ensure that this continues today for many school children.   But I don’t raise this issue to put a downer on everyone’s celebratory mood by pointing out that the people who put the concepts of freedom out there for the world to emulate and fight for were far from perfect.  On the contrary.  The fact that they were, and still had such high ideas, shows that they were perceptive enough at least to open the door to a view of liberty that most sovereign national leaders were unwilling to submit to their subjects at the time.

There’s a sense among those who identify with the Tea Party today that somehow we have lost who we were after gaining our independence from the English royalty and feel an urgent need to regain it.  From what I can tell, they seem to be oblivious of the fact that only wealthy, white male property owners were the primary benefactors of what they wrought after deposing British rule and the freedoms that were eventually gained for the working class, blacks and women had to be dragged out of this elite group over the next 200 years through battles in American courts, streets and the battlegrounds of the Civil War.

Though Martin Luther King was notable for his fight for Black Civil Rights, he fought equally for women’s and workers rights that were blocked by powerful special interests in government and Corporate America

 

The “take America back” crowd seems more inclined to “give America back” to the corporate wealth that dominated American culture  during the Gilded Age of the 19th century.  The rich are seen by those who hold libertarian views as exceptional and should be allowed to promote business, unfettered from government oversight.  Justice for their transgressions should be viewed differently or even set aside so they cannot be inhibited from encouraging wealth and economic growth.  The poor and middle income working class on the other hand are expected to deal with the negative impacts of corporate malfeasance that causes them to lose their jobs, homes and retirement savings. Industrial pollution to air and water supplies is allowed at what are deemed “tolerable” levels as long as jobs don’t suffer, while health care costs for lung diseases and cancers resulting from such contamination continue to escalate and corporate profits take more out of each premium dollar we pay for insurance.

There really isn’t all that much we need celebrate about the 4th of July, 1776 other than our predecessors took that first step to insure the quality of life they addressed in the Declaration.  What’s more important to celebrate on this special day is the gains we have made since then over the last 236 years to ensure that “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness” has been achieved by a wider variety of people than originally conceived and that we still have inroads to make with other disenfranchised groups, especially gays and Muslims.

 

Contrary to the views of the Tea Party supporters and those Supreme Court justices that adhere to a specious interpretation of our Constitution known as “original intent”, there is sufficient evidence that many of those imperfect men who laid out the original outline that our laws were founded on understood that human social dynamics would change conditions and some adaptations to the Constitution would be necessary.  To subjugate the visionaries of early America to a level that holds back progress and change by insisting that unless they declared it as such in their time, future generations had no right to adapt the law to their needs going forward.  Men like Benjamin Franklin, James Madison, Gouverneur Morris, James Wilson and Alexander Hamilton would be insulted today I suspect.

Today we no longer have to worry about other nations threatening our freedom for we have become the most formidable power on earth.  Yet there are those who would threaten what the founding fathers envisioned and reduce the republican form of government they crafted in Philadelphia back in 1787 to that of a plutocracy.  The power of corporations has grown to a level today that people like Jefferson, Adams and Lincoln feared would destroy this great experiment in justice and liberty.

Corporate ownership of government threatens the public domain that we all pay for and share equally.

 

On the surface we are made to feel that we’re still the captains of our own fate but underneath is a system by which the rules of the game favor the wealthiest amongst us and not in a fashion that encourages all people to aspire to.  Freedom today is more about consumer choices that marketing experts have influenced.  Real freedom to participate in the competition of markets is cut off to millions who have not inherited wealth or power to afford the education or health care needed to be productive in society.

Can “free markets” really be free when it’s the accepted view that “too many chefs spoil the broth”?  There’s not enough room in the kitchen for everyone. There have to be worker bees to make the goods and services available to the public but over time their livable wages must be reduced to a sustenance level in order to make cheaper goods available to more people while profits remain stable or rise for the “chefs” in the kitchen.

Those who find themselves unable to break through the social and economic barriers that exist by virtue of predominant social and financial forces constantly fear freedom is becoming more elusive to them.  That factor becomes evident in the view held by some Americans who pine about an America that not only no longer exists, but should never exist again.  The one where only the elite gentry had the advantages over everyone else and excludes you today if you tend to fit any other image that doesn’t put laissez-faire self interests above all else.

So celebrate this national holiday in the spirit it was intended but do so in light of the fact that freedom is not and never will be a given.  Understand that there are those who disguise themselves as patriots but who really only want a world where only their values have sway over everyone else and who want to acquire vast sums of wealth with little regard for how it affects the community of man they are a part of.


This is a piece I wrote over two years ago before I began my blog here at Woodgate’s View that addresses the issue of being a new dad; a timely topic since tomorrow is Father’s Day.  Looking back  allows us to realize that being a Father entails quite a bit of sacrifice  but makes it all worth while when your kids still want to celebrate you on this date set aside for Dad’s

“If the new American father feels bewildered and even defeated, let him take comfort from the fact that whatever he does in any fathering situation has a fifty percent chance of being right.” - Bill Cosby

Based on Bill Cosby’s evaluation of it you might presume that no matter what people tell you about it you’re apt to be surprised none-the-less about what fatherhood actually entails. It is the experience itself, not the knowledge of it, that can never be accurately conveyed for what awaits a new dad. Here is my attempt in a humorous fashion to set your expectations.

1. Sleep Deprivation. Forget about Circadian rhythms. Normal sleep cycles are a thing of the past. No amount of money will motivate the wife to take your turn at late night feedings and diaper changes.
2. Vomit Reflex. If you thought that only heavy bingeing would extricate your previous meal, you’re in for a rude awakening.  Between my heaving and the diaper poop, my dog – who would eat his own feces – ran screaming from the house.
3. Loss of credibility. Feeling vulnerable when they discover YOU are Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy.
4. Teddy-bear syndrome.   No, not the stuffed animal you put with your child as they crawled into bed but the sensation that overcame you while watching them sleep. Awwwhhhhhhhhh.
5. Unexpected elation upon putting the kids to bed. The fact that someone could be asleep and it would bring you such a feeling of rapture.
6. Sexual abstinence. Not only being unable to “fool around” (with your wife of course) right before and after the birth of your first child but seriously contemplating celibacy for yourself 6 months later.  I mean, do you really want to go through this more than once?
7. Forget that Harley and a week-long “freedom” ride. Tucking extra money away now goes to a college education fund. Maybe they’ll qualify for Pell Grants?
8. Sand-castle meister. Going to the beach is no longer about “cruising chicks” unless you count driving the family to Miami.
9. Securing the bathroom. There are actually (little) people in the house now who don’t mind “visiting” you while reading a magazine on the throne. You did burn your copies of Playboy, right?
10. Knowing you have contributed to your future security. One day, if you survive,  they will compensate you for all your sacrifices by contributing to your Social Security benefits.

Being a father takes a sense of humor. Have fun and watch with astonishment.  You don’t get any re-takes.


It’s hard to get  pumped up about a holiday that is bogusly named after a christian martyr and who had nothing to do with romance.  For Valentine’s Day, love is most often valued in terms of gifts given.  Not any meaningful sense of the word.

Crass commercialism will exploit this day as it does all of our holidays and to some degree the deepest expression of love will get lost in the objects we purchase and share as they are handed out in ritualistic style by many to insure the recipient that they are still thought of, at least to some degree and on this special day.

The apostle Paul called love the greatest of human traits.  Without love he said we are essentially an empty shell.  We can have great wealth, wisdom and generosity but without love they gain nothing for us.   Do you suppose the free markets who capitalize on this holiday really reflect upon Paul’s ambitious sentiments of love?

During my college days as a student of the social sciences I once took an analytical approach to this emotion after having been both the hurt victim as well as the elated recipient of “love”, and asked my yet-to-be-wife, who had expressed her love for me during our brief courtship, what she thought that consisted of.  What I was really looking for by asking such a question is what would it take for her to see me differently down the road where she might no longer feel so enamored.  She of course fumbled with it and I realized, feeling foolish for asking it, that there is no succinct answer to such a question.

To love someone deeply gives you strength. Being loved by someone deeply gives you courage.”Lao-Tzu

Neurological reactions where chemicals develop in the brain effect our amorous behavior.  It’s a powerful reaction too that makes us feel invulnerable to anything the rest of the world can throw at us.  It’s hard to believe that the high we experience being connected to an individual in ways that lift us past the mundane concerns of everyday existence is simply the result of increased levels of testosterone, dopamine and oxytocin triggering physiological responses that foster passionate love and long-term attachment.  It’s possible that if this knowledge had been available to the poets and romantics of a bygone era that the great epics and lyrics we’ve come to know might never have ben penned, but I doubt it

The sensation of real love that creates that emotional attachment we develop with another gives us a powerful reason to live and lifts us at times when others in the world would abandon us or tear us down.  And though this emotion is perhaps its strongest in our youth, its memory can carry some couples through for years, long after that emotional high wanes, which it will over time.

Even though, by the time we are twenty-something, we have usually been in and out of enough relationships to realize that we can be hurt if we give ourselves over to unrequited love or even love that is equally reciprocated, love’s pull on us never really fades.  The drive to recoup love’s grandeur is never completely lost and in each succeeding relationship we hope we accomplish that something we felt in our first love.

The emotion of love comes from that wiring we are born with that drives us toward another individual.  There is no guarantee that it can be sustained.  Our survival depends on us linking up with others so we can prosper and grow.  How we prosper and grow derives from our environment but it is the internal workings of humans that connects us.

In the final analysis, though I believe love is but a mere mechanism to perpetuate the species, it doesn’t mean it has to be viewed from a laboratory mentality.  We should celebrate love in ways poetic and place it in the realm of something outside a defined biological equation.  But romantic love by itself is really not enough “to make the world go ‘round”.  There has to be more expression of plutonic love, what Paul called agape, that is part of our existence.  Unless we extend our self-serving feelings of love beyond two people we will fail to develop an enriched atmosphere where it can truly prosper and grow

Without this wider concept, love will always be relegated to a level that can be exploited by those who have none themselves and seek to divide us for some personal agenda.  Divisiveness begins when self-interests take hold of every other instinct we possess.  A love that is understood and shared with other humans is an antidote to this susceptibility.

The believe in love, no matter who or what we see it derived from, is the glue that holds most of us together as it drives humans to accomplish extraordinary things that the other species don’t seem to be able to.  This may not always be seen as a good thing.  Our inability at times to see the development of some of our creations which can ultimately threaten our very existence may sadly prove to win out in the long run.  But such a force is also capable of doing great and enduring things that can improve our world and allow future generations to celebrate love in the traditional way that has inspired great verse and music.

So, as crass and corny as it is, Valentine’s Day can still serve as a reminder to us all that without love, life just doesn’t have that much to offer.

“Loving can cost a lot but not loving always costs more, and those who fear to love often find that want of love is an emptiness that robs the joy from life.”  - Merle Shan


In the spirit of the holiday I thought I would keep things light.  Yesterday’s editorial in my local newspaper offers up the perfect commentary for this purpose.  It’s both humorous and somewhat nostalgic.  Merry Christmas to all of you.

‘O, Little Town of Scooby-dooby-doo’

Our editorialist was trapped in a moving automobile last weekend as his wife played a succession of contemporary “Christmas albums” on the car stereo. He said it was enough to make him want to burn his Santa Claus suit.

We know what he means. We are big fans of Christmas music — the traditional carols and the majestic oratorios — but we cannot for the life of us figure out why anyone would want to listen to a rapper spit out the words to “Santa Claus is Coming to Town,” or endure the efforts of an aging crooner as he puts a Las Vegas spin on “The Little Drummer Boy.”

We blame the late Gene Autry for all this. It was Autry, a singing movie cowboy by trade, who recorded “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” in 1949, and we can’t remember a Christmas since then that our ears haven’t been assaulted by some gimmicky holiday song or another, or by an album of “Christmas favorites” butchered by some second-rate singer who shouldn’t be allowed to perform “O, Holy Night” in the shower, let alone in a recording studio.

(Not the least of the crimes Autry is answerable for is the one of insinuating this intruder, Rudolph, into the true, authentic team of Santa Claus’ reindeer as recorded by Clement C. Moore in his classic poem A Visit from St. Nicholas. Children today — even some adults! — labor under the false impression that the bulbous-nosed pretender was an actual colleague of Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donder and Blitzen.)

And “Rudolph” is not even the worst of the contemporary Christmas songs. Year after year, composers seem to vie to see who can write the silliest, most insipid lyrics to sell to the gullible holiday trade. We have mothers kissing Santa Claus; we have grandmothers getting run over by reindeer; we have toothless waifs wishing for incisors in their stockings. We rock around the Christmas tree and do the “Jingle-Bell Rock.”

In the spirit of the season, we want to be charitable about this. Irving Berlin’s “White Christmas” is a fine Christmas song, possessed of a lovely melody and beautiful lyrics that evoke memories of Christmases past.

And those of us of a certain age will likely shed a tear each time we hear “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” or “I’ll Be Home for Christmas.” They were written in the darkest days of World War II, and their evocations of soldiers pining for their families back home will have meaning as long as that Greatest Generation lives.

But we could live the rest of our lives happily without hearing Alvin the chipmunk place another order for a hula hoop.

Generally speaking, and with the aforementioned exceptions notably excepted, we say that anyone who has written a “Christmas song” after about 1945 deserves a lump of coal in his stocking, and anyone who sings one of them on a contemporary “Christmas album” is no better than a humbug.

(Now that we think of it, we also issue a special dispensation to “Deck Us All with Boston Charlie,” the great Walt Kelly’s comic-strip carol, as sung by Pogo ’Possum and all his Okefenokee Swamp pals. Now that’s a Christmas song for the ages!)


About two weeks ago I wrote a piece on Frank Capra’s inspiring 1946 film “It’s A Wonderful LIfe”.  Of the two things that I mentioned that have endured in my life from watching that film, one of them recently played itself out for me.  The George Bailey character in the movie, played so marvelously by Jimmy Stewart, was given an opportunity to see what the world would be like had he not been born.  On this aspect of the film I commented:

Most of our actions are daily and seemingly mundane but everyone of us have perhaps said or done something once in our life that has made an impact on another and perhaps altered their life to some degree.  Were we always aware of how our comments and actions are filtered by those we come into contact with, we might weigh them more prudently and less-selfishly.

Today, I stepped out my front door on my way to the mailbox and almost tripped over a beautiful potted Poinsettia.

 I thought at first that a friend of my wife’s had left it for her.  She seems to do a lot of “secret Santa” type stuff each year.  But the note attached to the plant dispelled that notion and left me just a bit astonished.  It had obviously been typed out on a computer printer but it was so informally written as to give me the sense that it was handwritten.  I was moved as I read it.

Thank You!

We have lived on Emerson Lane near Woodrow Wilson Elementary School for the past 15+ years.  During this time, we have driven past your home on our daily commutes to school, work, church grocery stores. (Piggly Wiggly), etc.

Each Thanksgiving our children watched with anticipation for Santa and Mrs. Claus kissing under the huge star on your roof.

It was officially the Christmas season when “Santa and Mrs. Claus by the Pig Store” when(sic) up!

Our kids (twins) are 22 years old now and of course “The Pig Store”” is long gone.

Thank you for providing a Christmas Tradition to our family.

The letter was signed but I’ll withhold it here for reasons that respect the lady’s privacy who signed it.  I do  not recognize her name even though Emerson Lane is a mere two blocks just north of my house.  The “Pig Store” she’s referring to is the Piggly Wiggly grocery store that shut down a little over a year ago.  They simply weren’t profitable enough to compete with Kroger’s nearby and the Super Wal-mart store a few miles from here.  The building remains empty to this day.

“Santa and Mrs. Claus” are two hardwood cutouts my wife bought some 15 plus years ago from an acquaintance who did this type of art work as a hobby, but one that provided a small income for them, especially during the holiday season.  It’s anchored to a front brick facade on my house as seen here.

Santa is holding a sprig of mistletoe over Mrs. Claus’ head to entice her for perhaps a farewell kiss before he summons Rudolph and friends to set out on their annual global trek.

The star on my roof is five strands of miniature lights connected together that I have hand-fashioned into the shape my heretofore unknown admirer and her kids have enjoyed all of these years. I marked the star’s point spots with a colored caulk that matches the roof shingles so I can easily locate them each year without the hassle of trying to successfully achieve each year what I was able to do on my first effort nearly two decades ago.

Several of our friends have commented on the star and one businessman that lived around the block from our home some years ago (and who has since moved) stopped by to ask one day how I had created a star that size that looks reasonably symmetrical in its design.  “Got Lucky”, I told him.  But I made sure that it wouldn’t be luck in the future by marking the star’s points.

Each year as I age it get’s a little tougher to put out the Christmas decorations.  I did stop putting up lights along the front facia trim and up the ridges of the roof because it was just becoming too physically taxing.  I was going to stop laying out the star also but my wife, who really get’s into dressing up the house, keeps encouraging me each year to continue.  I think the fact that so many of her friends comment on it each year makes her feel that it’s important to not let them down.  But it wasn’t until we received this poinsettia and the note that if became clear to me how much something as simple as this not only gave her friends a few weeks of pleasure each time they passed by but how it has become a “Christmas tradition” for an entire family that we have never even met.

I now realize that until my body is completely crippled, I must find the energy each year to put Santa and Mrs. Claus up, stealing a kiss under the make-shift “Star of David”, lest I ruin a moment of delight for a few of my neighbors.  The crass commercialism that this holiday has become a part of has ruined the mood for me as I’m sure it has with most everyone else.  But now there is renewed meaning for me.  One that reaffirms the emotional joy that only children can exude from seeing symbols of the holiday that enable their sense of anticipation for that special morning under the Christmas tree.

Two "kids" and their toy pony



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