Christmas in the trenches
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Read more →At Washington and Passyunk, I spotted what looked like a leftover Halloween scarecrow sitting in a deck chair outside a row house. It was an old woman, a ringer for Norma Desmond in Sunset Boulevard. More here. Bookmark It
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This is a beautiful Austrian carol the choir sang at last night’s Midnight Mass. I can’t believe I never heard of it until now: Still, still, still, one can hear the falling snow. For all is hushed, the world is sleeping. Holy Star, its vigil keeping. Still, still, still, one can hear the falling snow. Sleep, sleep, sleep, ’tis the eve of our Savior’s birth. The night is peaceful all around you, close your eyes, let sleep surround you. Sleep, [...]
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I hope Athenae (who’s one of my very favorite writers) doesn’t mind that I stole her entire post, because it’s all of a piece and I really want people to read it: The days are dim and cold and short. I think that’s what it is. I think that’s why we drape our homes in strings of stars and light the fire and invite people in: Gather close, because your warmth keeps out the wind. Our traditions date from times [...]
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Some Charlie Pierce for Christmas: Let me begin by discussing the worst thing Frank Sinatra ever did to music. In 1957, so the story goes, Sinatra was recording an album called A Jolly Christmas With Frank Sinatra. One of the numbers he chose was “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,” the song with which Judy Garland slaughters thousands every time Meet Me in St. Louis comes on television. Sinatra went to the song’s composer, Hugh Martin, and asked him to [...]
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