So, yeah, I love Christmas. Perhaps unsuprisingly, consequently, I love Christmas music. And while Charlie Brown usually tops my list (followed close behind by this, this, and ok, fine, I admit it, this), this year, I think William Bell’s “Everyday Will be Like a Holiday” is my #1. I guess it’s technically not exactly a Christmas song, but IT HAS SLEIGHBELLS, and it feels like a million dollars… and, with Sweetheart on the road for most of December, well, everyday will be like a holiday when my baby gets home. Duh.
Little by little the bird feathers its nest, and object by heart burnished object we surround ourselves with lovely necessities of memory and function. It is these things that make a silly Apartment a Home or a silly Wednesday an Occasion.
Whether my nest is an old farmhouse, a sixth floor tenement walk up, or a brownstone basement... whether I share it with family, vagabonds, women of heart and mind, or a little brown cat and a sweet ginger banjo, my principal joy is filling it with light and laughter (and corralling).
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