Merry Christmas

In Teisha's documents dated 12/24/10What to say on these bright pages. Three days before Christmas and here we are.  Music is playing, the dogs have sprung across the park, the paint has been applied to the walls, dinner is served and most of the presents are wrapped.  It feels good to feel good.  It feels good to write.  Drum.  Play guitar.  Read. Talk shop. Pet dogs.  Build fires.  Contemplate the existence of ourselves.A gentle rock of nostalgia has touched almost every Christmas I’ve ever had (except when I was too young to have memories of Christmases of the past). Buy some stuff and help the economy, remember the meaning of Christmas for yourself and your family, appreciate all of other sacred days celebrated around the world, count all the blessings you have, most of which may not involve a receipt. Christmas music comes from every direction until Midnight tonight. Christmas is not so much the date and the plans. Making arrangements; seeing each other  face to face and spending time together. Eating food. This is the meaning of Christmas and so far, in my forty-first year, this is one of the very, very best tears and all.