It’s late on Christmas night. All the lights are out except for the colorful Christmas lights which ring the living room in the one bedroom apartment that I and my wife live in. The only sounds in the room are the clackety-clack of the keys as I type and the sound of the cuckoo clock that is ticking to itself in the corner of the room.
I caught a bit of the Yule Log today on PIX, that is New York Christmas tradition. That thing has been on every year since I was a child, and is as much a New York institution as the Christmas Tree at Rockefeller center. I like connecting with my past like that, or more accurately with portions of my past that I like enough to not completely shun and ignore. To hear the original music, see the old fireplace, brings back happy memories of childhood, where a toy from Santa was the most important thing on earth.
Viddy of the day: WPIX Yule Log
Spent most of the day with my parents. With dad in the hospital, it would have meant, had I not been there, that mom would have spent most of her Christmas day alone. Now I am the first to admit, that I am not the best of company. I am not what anyone would consider the social buterfly, and frankly it is sometimes difficult with me to get so much as 10 words out of me. But I, being a man of some minimal strength of character, decided that I did not want my mother sitting alone at home, and having only a visit to see her ill husband, and whoever came up to visit besides her be the only contact with humanity she would have on Christmas day.
We exchanged gifts. I got her some cheap crap, and she got me some nice stuff. Kinda how it goes with me. I can never seem to get anyone anything nice for Christmas, I invariably never have any money to shop for the people I love, and as a consequence, I get them cheap crap. Been like that for the better part of a decade. One of these days I’ll have enough money to treat everyone to some actually nice stuff on Christmas.
It’s a dream. Crazy, I know, but someone must dare to dream.
Good news from heaven the angels bring,
Glad tidings to the earth they sing:
To us this day a child is given,
To crown us with the joy of heaven.
Pic of the day: The Crucifixion, by Bernardo Daddi
That’s it from here, America. G’night