|Paris all aglow in its seasonal splendor from now until January 12, 2012.|
He came through -- as I knew he would -- in sparkly, spiky form proving once again that one can make a point without proselytizing or posturing.
If you've had the misfortune (Ed. Note: I beg to disagree, if you have had the good fortune) to read my blog (Man of the 50s), you'll know that I am one of those individuals who seems to pine for "the good old days."
I really don't. I just think there are some things that didn't need to change. Frankly I'm tickled that personal hygiene has improved. Can you imagine a room warmed by a fireplace, filled with unwashed souls in wool clothes? Bah humbug indeed. Other than that I can see no reason to have the kind of Christmas we have today.
No, this won't be a sermon on commercialism. I remember Thanksgiving, even if the Mall doesn't. Who in the name of all that is Christmas decided that the only thing Thanksgiving is good for is to be "Black Friday" eve? And what a name for the beginning of what should be a wonderful experience. Instead it has been turned into a competition that rivals NASCAR's "The Chase" with just as many wrecks and casualties. Oh drat I'm starting to sermonize, somebody stop me.
And no, I'm not going to rant about the reason for the season. That is for you to work out on your own. If you think it's a reworked pagan festival and Christ was really born in mid-summer, OK. I feel sorry for you, but OK.
I guess my point is that however you choose to hold Christmas, it should start in your heart, that much has never changed. The ultimate moment is after the gift giving and merry making, you sit and bask in pure, undiluted love. If there are children in the room, well you know.
So this is my Christmas wish to all: May you have that ultimate moment and may it last forever and a day. And for once, trust me, I know.