...as NORAD tracks Santa to Rutland, Vermont, Christmas is approaching the East Coast.
That means it's appropriate to wish one and all a Merry Christmas, or a happy whatever-you-celebrate...
I'm sure everyone has decorated their Christmas trees, hung up the dreidls lit by blue-and-white lamps, built their Kwanzaa huts* or otherwise done what they do to celebrate the season.
I've been listening to Christmas music ranging from heartwarming to awful, have been guzzling cold meds and trying keep the seasonal spirit from fleeing. Ate well, too, as the neighbor whose dinner invitation I turned down dropped back by with a plate of Swedish meatballs, 'taters and gravy. Yum.
The red-clad lard-o is now reported at Trois-Rivieres, Quebec, which means he'll soon be visiting a friend in Ontario.
I'm taking some joy in thinking about all the kids who still think ol' Santa is the bomb, gift-wise. Looking back, I can't ever say I dug the act 100%, but I still like it.
What I want every one of you to do, if you're fortunate enough to be in the situation I miss so terribly, is to turn to the ones you love, tell each one you love them, give them a warm hug, open up that gift-bag of kisses and spread them around. No gift is more valuable.
And so, as the famous sleigh, pulled, for the record, by nine not-so-tiny reindeer, zooms in on Labrador City, Newfoundland, I bid one and all a merry and healthy Christmas....
* Why do I say these things?
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