It still just feels like Christmas is where Mom is. There’s no way around it.
I do not remember a Christmas breakfast without tomatoes on toast. It was so regular, so consistently a part of our Christmas morning that I believed it to be a long-standing and worldwide tradition.
Instead of the Jon Secada & Lady Gaga Christmas Duets from La-La-Land, we get Pirates of the Caribbean: Mists of the Black Coal Stocking.
Musings on Kemper Crabb’s “Downe in Yon Forrest” medieval Christmas album, and its relevance in the unrootedness of our culture.