I’m sitting here, listening to Phoebe Snow sing, “Merry Christmas, Baby” (from an album called Winter, Fire & Snow). It’s heartbreakingly beautiful. She has segued into Sinatra, then onto another and another.
The music of Christmas works. It creates and expands the magic that belongs to the season. So in spite of sorrow, poverty, loss and pain, there is magic. Lots and lots of magic to be found. In the simple, in the profound, the spiritual and the comfortable. Christmas Is. The magic lives.
Merry Christmas to you.