A few quasi-melancholy meditations for this Christmas Eve morning. . . .
- There’s nothing quite like a child’s delight in a new toy. This one is a technological one – an older notebook computer, re-gifted from some great new friends. (Thanks, Jeff and Dana!)
- Christmas caroling has its pluses and minuses. Last night was my first time caroling in probably 10 years. I was re-impressed with the utter neediness of some of the folks we sang for in rehab/assisted living centers. Although we carolers had some good fun in mocking fa-la-las and such, and although some of the staff workers seemed genuinely appreciative, there was an almost grotesque quality in the singing of “We wish you a merry Christmas” to some whose lives are filled with Jeopardy and dementia.
- Michael W Smith’s 1989 Christmas album is still one of the best. There’s “No Eye Had Seen,” “All Is Well,” the pumped-up “Hark!” and all the rest. . . .
- Streets near us are lined with cars for a funeral — on December 24. For those affected, I wish-pray not that their “days be merry and bright,” but that their remembrances be rich; their togetherness, genuine; and their faith, renewed or strengthened.