Sunday, December 25, 2011

Bringing Tidings of Great Joy

At some point in the not-too-distant future the smell of bacon frying, coffee brewing and pancakes doing whatever the heck it is pancakes do (I need a consult with my nephew Kelly - the ace chef), shall stir the still-sleeping members of my household on this Christmas morning. And for those keeping score at home that would be all of the bi-peds save for Yours truly. For present purposes, Rosie, Dempsey and Boo are serving as my company....with at two of the three paying particularly close attention to when bacon starts frying, coffee starts brewing and pancakes start doing whatever the heck it is they do. Meanwhile, Boo is looking for an inroad to trouble. If history is any indicator, she will find it soon.

Nothing profound or (if history is any indicator) masquerading as such emanating from this spot on the information superhighway on this Christmas morning. Just a momentary interruption of your day-to-day to share two messages of Christmas that I, myself, never tire of hearing and that serve to remind me what it is about this day that is important.

The first is courtesy of a little boy, whose trademark blanket has always suggested he is insecure but whose words suggest he is anything but. I am not a religious man. However, I appreciate the message that Linus is sharing, which is that this is a day about STUFF and not a day about THINGS.

The second is courtesy of a larger-than-life man, whose trademark was not his blanket of blue but his horn of gold. Clarence Clemons died approximately six and a half months after this performance. As a long-time Springsteen fan I eagerly await the 2012 tour although I know that nothing shall ever be the same on E Street. In December 2010 none of the musicians on stage at The Carousel House likely suspected that "Blue Christmas" would be an answer to the question, "What is the last song that Clarence Clemons performed live with the E Street Band?" Yet it is.

The great Pete Hamill wrote in Downtown: My Manhattan, "Time itself is long, even if the time of man is short." Embrace the moment in which you live as you are living it. Embrace those you love with whom you are living it. A "lifetime" and an "eyeblink" appear to represent two distinctly different periods of time. But a point will arrive in your life, as it shall in mine, at which those two concepts intersect. And when they do, their relationship shall be both brief and everlasting. Live each moment as if it is the moment immediately preceding that point of intersection.

It is Christmas. May it be Merry for you, for those you love and for those who love you.

Merry Christmas....


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