As we pulled away from the house the snow had just started to fall. Oh, boy this would be interesting I thought. A major road trip in a snow storm. I've made this drive a hundred times before.
Over the years, John said, veterans who were part of the 1914 truce often wanted to meet him. In 2010, between concerts in Virginia, John was taken to West Virginia to meet someone who wanted to hear "Christmas in the Trenches."
Last year at this time I had a new husband, new family, new home, warmly lit and replete with the visceral holiday smells of mulled cider and fresh pine. In hushed tones we reviewed the events of the day as he massaged my neck and shoulders. His hands froze when, for the first time, he felt the pea-sized knot at my throat. Last Christmas I got a lump of cancer.
As I see it, I have three choices: Follow up on that query letter to Saint Nick, cancel our plans to attend a party or get crying, cursing and cobbling.
Set a calendar reminder on November 1st to start the holiday card process. This is a great reminder to get started early so that you are not cramming at the last minute to get your cards out the door.
The problem isn't with Christmas itself -- it's actually my favorite holiday. The trouble is each year there is a bigger gap between what I want to do to celebrate Christmas and what I end up doing instead.
With all the traditions that come with this time of year, there is one in particular that my friends and I have not celebrated since we started having kids and the holidays became all about them (thanks for ruining Christmas, kids).
This year, we went to Playa del Carmen, made the varsity cross country team, and scored a gorgeous goal from 20 yards out. But really, that's not all that impressive. What's impressive is what we endured, survived, and supported each other through despite it all.
Music: Singing The holidays are always a time of music, concerts, singing. By now, the Christmas carols have been put away, but the echo of their s...
Today's audiences have been convinced to identify with the wealthy so they focus on Scrooge's redemption, satisfied they are not as bad as he was, and joyous at his redemption. What they should be recognizing is that the vast majority of them are Bob Crachit.
The opening of the biopic Mandela: Long Walk to Freedom on Christmas Day in America was an appropriately timed gift, given the film's message about faith in one's belief, overcoming injustice and choosing love over hate.
If you are still dealing with these crappy feelings brought on by your lil' ones reaction to Christmas, know that you aren't alone, and that you aren't a failure. These responses from young children are pretty common, but we don't have to indulge them.
I know this might sound like a myth. But I kid you not. This was the best Christmas ever. With the least amount of stuff ever too. And the most amount of presence for one and all.
It's just six minutes of random videotape from 13 years ago as the kids decorate a Christmas tree. It's funny what passes for nothing at the time but turns into family legend.
The War on Christmas story reflects the discomfort that many socially conservative media figures, and presumably at least some of their followers, feel with an increasingly diverse country where people are no longer afraid to express their views.
In 2013, we have reached a point in our national dialogue where basically anyone who knows how to tweet can sound off without discretion. Sadly, individuals like Robertson, once nobodies and certainly nothing more than reality-show celebrities, now take center stage in American life.