December 25, 2021
No technical difficulties yet because I can't even find a suitable template for the "updated" Reality Chex. Too bad I don't want my very own Wesbsite to boast about my uncoming wedding or my impressive CV, because there are plenty of templates for that.
Meanwhile, some TV station is playing "Home Alone" on a practically continuous loop. So sometimes in the commercials of a show I'm watching I'll switch over to "Home Alone," and today I caught the bit of the film that features this:
My father used to sing us this one at Christmas time. Thanks to Patrick for the link:
If you want to take a short breather from the festivities, lock yourself in your study and play the Washington Post's "Find the Elves."
Reader Comments (6)
Too dang cute, Marie! All the best to you and all the RCers…I so appreciate you all! Love and happy Christmas!
Joan Didion's death this week brought back my connection with her via all her books and journalism that I coveted. We came from different spaces but I connected with her in so many ways. Here's the NYT's piece on her life and letters:
https://www.nytimes.com/2021/12/24/opinion/joan-didion-books.html?referringSource=articleShare
I join Jeanne in wishing everyone here good cheer and hope for a better year.
And Patrick: I used your video to send out to those I knew who would appreciate a bit of whimsy in such a cold climate.
A little doggerel is good for the (mine, anyway) soul.
Merry Christmas to all RC'ers, an especially warm one to Marie, who has (so far) made it possible for all of you to become my valued friends.
Covid Christmas, 2021
‘Twas the week before Christmas
And all through the house
The virus was lurking,
Getting ready to pounce.
Presents were purchased,
The bills were all paid,
The food was all ready,
Christmas plans were all made.
Christmas Eve would be here,
With Ben, Luke, Maya and Sloane,
First, dinner, then presents
All ripped open at home.
Then Christmas Day in Seattle
For more Christmas joys
Shared with Gus, Ria, Kaia,
And the two lively boys.
But things do go awry,
Murphy’s Law never rests,
This year the universe gave us
An Omicron Test.
Maya picked it up somewhere;
She contracted it first
And perhaps gave to Anne
As a case, not the worst.
A sore throat and some mucous,
Some coughs and some sneezes
A disturbing annoyance
That sure didn’t please us
The testing was constant,
Every day it would seem
We were swabbing our noses
‘Til we wanted to scream.
So much for the planning:
Now all in a cocked hat.
No gathering together
It’s over; that’s that!
But I think of my grandmother
Now long in her grave
And some words she has left me
Are a gift I have saved.
When misery beckoned,
She responded to strife,
Saying, “If you don’t weaken,
It’s a great life.”
Well, we weakened a little,
I’ll admit from the start.
Christmas means a lot less
When we’re all far apart.
Now Luke has the virus
But no one’s very sick.
We’re at least getting by.
(Grandma was right)
The bright side’s the trick.
We can count on each year
To bring something new
This year it was Covid,
Saying “Merry Christmas” to you.
@Ken Winkes: Your poem is terrific. I hope you read it to the family. You probably should record it. I would give it its own page if not for the family names in the poem.
Thanks, Marie, and to my longtime mentor, Dr. Seuss, who gave me far more than the meter...
Ken: Loved your poem–may all the kids kick that can of viral vitriol and emerge brand new. And high-five to your grandmother!