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My all time favorite Christmas song...short, simple, and to the point. "Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light Next year all our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the yule-tide gay Next year all our troubles will be miles away Once again as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who were dear to us Will be near to us once more Someday soon, we all will be together If the Fates allow Until then, we'll have to muddle through somehow So have yourself a merry little Christmas now." We'll return to your regularly scheduled kvetching about the Senate's health care bill, our Copenhagen global warming wrap up, the state of women and maternal health care the world over, and the general state of the world itself after our fudge and ham induced coma has passed. In the meantime, let your heart be light. The first decade of this century is over. For all that it was...at least we won't have to live through it again (right?).
Hey Locals! Free Xmas Trees! As of 8:45 this am, there were about 40-50 Xmas trees, and about 30-40 Xmas wreaths, in the parking lot of 806 Claredon St, in the Asbury Methodist Church Parking Lot (on Markham, between Broad St. and Buchanan).The church runs an annual Xmas tree sale, and when they close up shop, they leave the unsold trees etc out and up for grabs. There were more this year than any year I've seen in the past...sign of the times, perhaps. Whatever man--Free tree! Yippee! post a comment
That actually happened--once--when I was a child. Actual snow, on Christmas morning. It was magical.
To clarify...it's white wine in the sun because the singer's from Australia...southern hemisphere and all that, Christmastime being in the summer. My favorite bit though is when he talks about bringing his daughter into this group of people, his family, and how "these are the people that make you feel safe in this world"... I really liked this song because it resonates with what I love about Christmas myself. Seeing my family. Returning, time and time again to the warm, safe, familiar embrace of my family or origin, my family of choice, making it anew for this family of mine I've created. Christmas for me is all about time spent with those people who taught me, from the moment I took my first breath, through scraped knees on the playground, through failed relationships and failed puddings and new loves and new fears, through all my stumblings and fumblings towards what it is I may eventually one day become--that no matter what, I was loved. Absolutely, unconditionally, no holds barred loved by every single person in my family. And every single one of them would be there for me at a moment's notice. And in fact there even have been those moments, on occasion, where I've needed that. And they have, indeed, been there. And they are there again, every Christmas. Waiting by the fire with a glass of red wine. And year by year there's more of us, more partners and kids and grandkids coming into the fold that is our family, and I wish I could tell them just how lucky they are...but I think they have to live it to understand, to go away and come back and find us all waiting for them each Christmas. So, like the singer in the song, yeah, I guess I'm just sentimental about Christmas like that too. And for just that reason. Because to me, Christmas is all about family. And as far as family goes, I got blessed by the luck of the draw. I wish everyone I love, heck I wish everyone in the world were so fortunate to have been born into such a boisterous, hilarious, wisecracking, caring, tight-knit, deeply and truly loving family as the one I somehow lucked into. post a comment
We put up our tree this weekend!
The news from Copenhagen on Monday, day 8 of the world's climate talks: ![]() Isn't that--just that--in and of itself absolutely fascinating? A week and a half before Christmas--most people I know are stressed out, over tired, trying to figure out when they are going to bake or shop or do those Christmas cards...and over a hundred thousand of our fellow human beings from all over the planet just packed it up and went to Copenhagen to hash out whether or not we're going to have air to breath and water to drink a century from now. These are indeed interesting times in which we live. I've been contemplating some the role of the big giants noted above in the G-77--China especially, but also the up and comers of India, Brazil and South Korea...and what their role is, and will be in this coming century. There is an interesting article on Salon I came across this morning I'll close with: Copenhagen: The Industrial Revolution on Trial: "Even if the fate of the world did not hang on the outcome of climate change negotiations between 192 nations in Copenhagen, Denmark, the spectacle would be fascinating solely from the vantage point of history. The Industrial Revolution isn't just responsible for pumping vast amounts of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere; the countries in which technological progress, fueled by cheap energy, originally took off ending up using their new powers to dominate the entire globe over the last 200 years. The processes that caused climate change are therefore inextricable from a history of imperialism and colonialism and uneven economic development. When developing nations ask for cash and technology to help them adapt to a clean energy future, they aren't just trying to guilt-trip the rich countries for all the tons of greenhouse gases they have alread emitted -- the so-called "carbon debt." In a very real way they're also asking for reparations to compensate for the creation of the rift that has divided the world into "developed" and "developing" nations." post a comment |
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