"The promise of Christmas with its theme of natality," Elshtain maintained, entails the perennial "possibility that something new and unexpected might burst through the crust of 'the same'
Now that Hanukkah and Christmas are over until another year and we are wishing "Happy New Year" to everyone we see, when is, or when was, the proper time to take down holiday decorations?
Here's a video where a couple of university students from Texas takes the popular song by Lorde and turns it into something that can be placed on the Christmas song rotation next year.
The 11th Doctor is out, but the ratings are in.
Dead, sprawled on the street, a January corpse, abandoned like a thought. Just days ago this wan carcass that now lies stiff and bloodless face down in gutter soup was the family favorite, so gaily dressed and full of light.
On Dec. 25, I walked into the grocery store and found a large display of sale items. Last-minute stocking-stuffers? No, all of the sale items were dried fruit, and each wished me a "Tu Bishvat Sameach" (Happy Tu Bishvat).
I have put my life on 'pause,' by taking a year-long sabbatical in Italy; I arrived in Florence, not knowing anyone except my rental agent, and armed only with lots of advice and information from friends and an overwhelming feeling of adventure.
The final sun of the year is broken upon the water, an accident no longer waiting to happen, a bulb con- solidated no longer, a shattered whole compr...
Was it random, or had they planned it for months? Did she know... or was it a complete surprise?
Blah blah blah, music of another old dead guy, you say? What is the point? 272 years ago a German immigrant to England, George Frideric Handel, composed his oratorio Messiah in just 24 days.
I gather all the Christmas card photos we received in the mail and slowly peruse them, an undertaking I never have time for during the hustle and bustle of the holiday season. I see smiling children, and increasingly I find myself thinking, 'Who are these kids?'
I initially started writing this post with the intent of posting it on Christmas, but since we lost the war on Christmas once again this year, I had to do all that stupid Christmas stuff like buying presents and spending time with family and friends.
As you get older, your universe (not the universe, mind you) may become even more ordered, stripped in a million small places of its magic, as if the petals of an infinitely inconceivable flower wilt away to reveal the still-beautiful-but-perhaps-less-mysterious bloom below. And so, here are my year-end wishes for you, my girls, while you still inhabit this tender space.
Maybe that's why we hold onto the Magic Garden so ferociously -- not to wax nostalgic about the magic of childhood, but to keep the magic of childhood with us through adulthood.
What if we took the American penchant for "living large" and thought of what an altruistic Santa list might look like? Here's what I wanted for Christmas and beyond.
Now that Christmas is over and I won't seem like quite so big a Scrooge by saying this, I have a confession to make: I don't really like Christmas car...