Christmas Day 2019
King's College, Cambridge, Boys' Choir sings "Once in Royal David's City":
U.S. Navy Band: Senior Chief Petty Officer Keith Arneson, banjo; Petty Officer 1st Class Joe Friedman, guitar. Dueling "Jingle Bells.":
Rufus Wainwright & 1,500 Canadian sing Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah" at the Hearn Generating Station in Toronto:
When we lived in Florence, Italy, we bought a small black-and-white TV for our apartment on the Via de' Cerretani, a couple of blocks from the Duomo. It was on that cheap little box with its tinny audio that I watched in awe the opening ceremony of the 1998 Nagano Olympics. As someone we deplore might say, "There's never been anything like it." In this case, for me, that was true. A complication: Click to play the video; then click to play on YouTube:
My candidate for the Worst Christmas Song Ever is Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Christmas Is You." Well, it can be worse!
In a nod to climate change, let's not forget Leon Redbone & Dr. John's "Frosty the Snowman":
It wouldn't be Christmas without the Drifters:
Reader Comments (6)
Decision:
Should I pretend I was taking a day off from RC to celebrate Christmas undistracted by the Pretender's latest Festivus tweet, and by doing so leave myself open to accusations of surly disregard of my esteemed cyber-friends, or...
....how about just a couple of quick peeks, one morning, one tonight, and the expressed wish that you all have a very pleasant day with friends, family or in your own fine company.
Merry Christmas.
Love all those videos––such a treat this morning. I'll add another old poem of mine–holding our breath before the war in Iraq that we knew was coming.
CHRISTMAS MORNING: 2002
In Trieste: Old men with sad stories gather every afternoon
In the seaside coffee shops
And here in Hamden, a Connecticut town
Covered this Christmas morning by a cold
Blanket of newly fallen snow,
Its people sleep late, so exhausted after weeks
Of frantic preparation;
Its children scramble down under
A tree’s bounty wrapped up with ribbons and bows.
One can see far across the field now
To the old barn whose roof glistens white against an ashen sky,
Its beams and timbers from an 18th century Vermont structure,
Standing barren and empty for decades
Like some glorious ancient memorial.
Oh, and look! Here comes the dog that belongs to the
Old man down the road who lost his wife to cancer
Not too long ago––see how his paws leave their signature
But not for long–––
And somewhere someone is singing carols while someone
Else is stuffing a bird while others are saying their prayers;
Someone has just died.
Outside it is so still it’s as though
All of us are holding our breath waiting for
The New Year to envelop us with a blanket
Of warmth, of safety, of hope.
And in Trieste old men with sad stories gather every
Afternoon in the seaside coffee shops.
For most Americans today is Christmas, but for one newly declared "Florida Man" it is and will always be Festivus. The airing of the grievances has begun and will continue.
It adds a new dimension to the unending "A Florida man..." crazy news stories.
Always look forward to viewing the "White Christmas" 'toon/tune? Wouldn't be Christmas without those reindeer and Santa. (Also the Gnus! at any time!).
Wonderful holiday wishes to Bea McCrab and the RC gang!
Is it sacrilegious of me to be working in the yard today, getting rid of
grass and moving the borders? It's so warm (50 degrees) just can't
help it.
A Merry Christmas to one and all here on RC. Or as they say at
trump properties, fleas navidad. Or was that lice, can't remember.
@Forrest: I think it was bedbugs, but fleas is close enough. My Michigan family is also nonplussed by the weather.
Happy Christmas to all. My son’s first present to me was to sing the 9am service, I having sung the “midnight” service and gotten to bed around 2. First Christmas morning in a long time that I have woken up human.