Christmas DecorationsChristmas is a hands-on art. From the lights we put on the house to the decorations we put on the tree to the great foods we eat in the process, Christmas is a time of doing -- and this is the place we gather to talk, plan and share.
The Best of Christmas Sitcoms
My Top Ten list would not be complete without:
All in the Family - Christmas at the Bunkers
Andy Griffith Christmas episode
Dick Van Dyke Christmas episode
Mary Tyler Moore 1st Christmas episode...
Remember when Black Friday was on Friday?
Imagine what will happen if the stores are allowed to stay open all night Christmas Eve until lunch time on Christmas Day! This year, more than 50,000 restaurants, bars, convenience stores and...
My Dog Sam
Dear Abby, I too was picked on when I was a child and I too turned to our dog Queenie. She always gave me love and she always listened. Bless you.
July 4, 2004. It was hot! The fireworks launched from a barge in the middle of the Tennessee River were brilliant that night. We stood on the Old Railroad Bridge and had a magnificent view as every spark flew skyward and exploded in a dazzling majesty of breathtaking colors! We enjoyed the celebration of our Freedom.
Once the festivities ended we filed from the bridge back to our vehicles. Our clothes were wet through and through as if we had dipped into the river itself. Since we all had met up there from different places, I was alone once I reached my Chevy S-10 to begin the arduous task of making the three miles back home in the heavy traffic.
As I pulled onto Jackson Highway, I had to wait for a kind soul to let me in the line of traffic to cross the river over the O’Neil Bridge. Once across and stopped to let more traffic merge onto the slow moving parade, I reached for the CD, Evan Johns & His H-Bombs, “Please Mr. Santa”. I had purchased the CD, used, on line. I removed the silvery shinny CD from it’s jewel case and inserted it into the S-10 CD player. Track Seven. That was the reason I had hunted the CD to buy in the first place.
There, amid the steady stream of headlights and taillights right there on Mitchell Blvd, the electric twang of a guitar sounded from the open windows of my little pick up truck. The unmistakable sound of “Little Cajun Drummer Boy”, permeated the sound waves for anyone that was close enough to hear it. As I inched along, suddenly my Hawaiian shirt didn’t feel as sticky as it had only a few minutes before! It was Freedom that I was experiencing for sure. The Freedom to listen to Christmas music whenever the mood strikes!
So, there are no early or late penalties when listening to Christmas music!
Of the 9,006 tunes in my older 40 gig I-Pod, probably at least 700 of them are Christmas songs. I don’t have all of my Christmas music collection stored in i-Tunes. You can bet your boots, “Little Cajun Drummer Boy” is in the i-Pod, though!