12.21.2025 – the sun is shining,

the sun is shining,
the orange and palm trees sway
never been such days

The intro …

“The sun is shining, the grass is green
The orange and palm trees sway
There’s never been such a day
In Beverly Hills, L.A
But it’s December the twenty-fourth
And I am longing to be up North.

Then the line:

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know….”

It was years ago but I remember watching Bing Crosby on some afternoon talk show and he explained that he felt that the song White Christmas was a bit lacking as the recordings didn’t include Irving Berlin’s intro lines.

He then sang it off cuff and it has stayed in my memory every since.

According to Wikipedia, “Crosby’s “White Christmas” single has been credited with selling 50 million copies, the most by any release and therefore it is the biggest-selling single worldwide of all time. By 1968, it had already sold thirty million. The Guinness Book of World Records 2009 Edition lists the song as a 100-million seller, encompassing all versions of the song, including albums.[6][8] According to analysis of PRS for Music figures, it was estimated that the song generates £328,000 of royalties per year.

Crosby’s holiday collection Merry Christmas was first released as an LP in 1949, and has never been out of print since.

There has been confusion and debate on whether Crosby’s record is the best-selling single, due to a lack of information on sales of “White Christmas”, because Crosby’s recording was released before the advent of the modern-day US and UK singles charts. However, after careful research, Guinness World Records in 2007 concluded that, worldwide, Crosby’s recording of “White Christmas” has sold at least 50 million copies, and that Elton John’s recording of “Candle in the Wind 1997” has sold 33 million. However, an update in the 2009 edition of the book decided to further help settle the controversy amicably by naming both John’s and Crosby’s songs to be “winners” by stating that John’s recording is the “best-selling single since UK and US singles charts began in the 1950s”, while maintaining that “the best-selling single of all time was released before the first pop charts”, and that this distinction belongs to “White Christmas”, which it says “was listed as the world’s best-selling single in the first-ever Guinness Book of Records (published in 1955) and—remarkably—still retains the title more than 50 years later.”

12.20.2025 – sometimes … sometimes, bit

sometimes … sometimes, bit
of peace and quiet is the
greatest gift you get

Based on the article, My weirdest Christmas: my wife and I got food poisoning in Thailand – then made a very bad decision by Joel Snape, in The Guardian.

Mr. Snape writes, “The next couple of hours felt almost comically horrible, like one of those bits in The Simpsons where Homer falls out of a plane into a factory full of angry bees. Eventually, another boat came to the rescue, but rather than taking us aboard it dragged us through the waves, buffeting us up and down like a cork in a bathtub. We hit the shore just as happy hour kicked in, glowstick-waving Swedish ravers in Santa hats lining our route like an off-its-face guard of honour. There were speakers blasting trance on every corner, and pneumatic drill-wielding workmen outside our apartment. The whole episode exists in my mind like the cautionary second half of a film about substance abuse. Fish stew: just say no.

And yet … my wife and I have told this story about 40 times, and I don’t think there’s a pre-child Christmas either of us remembers with more fondness. We had salty fries and Fanta for Christmas dinner, retired to bed at 8pm and slept for 14 hours. On Boxing Day, I asked a friend in Bangkok to put us up for a couple of days and we got the first boat out of Phi Phi, leaving the ravers to face the workmen through the ringing blur of their own hangovers. Sometimes, a bit of peace and quiet is the greatest gift you can get.”

I am not sure where to start.

Telling the story of my Weirdest Christmas or expound on the great gift of peace and quiet.

Or can I tie them together?

Regular readers know I grew up in a family with 11 kids and a Mom and Dad with a lot a patience and that patience was never put more to the test than at Christmas time.

I had two older brothers who married and moved away but always came home at Christmas.

One brother moved to Maryland and the on to North Carolina and he drove his family up to Michigan every year!

A trip I didn’t appreciate until I moved to Atlanta and then on to South Carolina.

I had another half dozen older brothers and sisters who were off at college in Ann Arbor but would, of course, come home at Christmas.

We had a full house.

A more than full full house.

Those of us at home adjusted quite nicely to the older siblings being gone.

We had a big house that got a lot bigger with all those brothers and sisters off at college.

And the holidays brought them all home.

It was the old, we were happy when they got here but we where happier when they left.

It didn’t help matters when my Mom seemed to take the side of the big kids and that since they were on break, they deserved a break.

If they wanted to watch something on TV, they got to watch TV.

If they wanted their friends over until all hours of the night, their friends were over until all hours of the night.

It was tailor made for the self important me to wage war and vocal outrage against these concessions but my family was used to me waging war and being vocally outraged and no one paid much attention to me which pretty poured gasoline on my fire.

That at some point they didn’t all band together and with my Mom, lock me out in the garage for the rest of the week is a wonder.

But they didn’t and we managed to survive the holidays, winter vomiting and all.

Then there was that one Christmas.

That one Christmas when our Parents somehow happened to lose control of their minds when one of my sisters came home with the incredible plan that she came up with to invite all of her college friends over for a three night sleep over.

She picked the week between Christmas and New Years, got our Parents approval, I think, and invited about 40 of her friends to spend their holiday at Che’ Hoffman in Grand Rapids.

Let be clear here.

These were all for the most part, kids from school in Ann Arbor.

Why did they need to see each other at Christmas break?

I am not in anyway making this up.

This really happened.

They came with loaded cars and sleeping bags and lots of luggage and empty stomachs and moved on in.

It was the invasion of the body snatchers.

It was as if John Boy Walton showed up with half the freshman class from the University of Virginia.

And it went on and one for days and days.

It was the Griswolds on steroids.

I have no real distinct memory of it all, now fifty years or more later.

But I did learn that even with a house full of family at Christmas it wasn’t so bad.

I understood that sometimes, a bit of peace and quiet is the greatest gift you can get.

hard to see but a still from a home movie of the pile of presents under the tree in 1972

12.19.2025 – eucatastrophe

eucatastrophe
resolution of events
a happy ending

Eucatastrophe.

In the opinion piece, Why I Keep Returning to Middle-Earth By Michael D.C. Drout, in today’s New York Times, Dr. Drout writes:

In 1939, when he was beginning work on “The Lord of the Rings” in earnest, Tolkien gave a lecture, “On Fairy-Stories,” in which he argued that fantasy can be an escape from sorrow, even a source of joy, through what he called “eucatastrophe,” the sudden, unexpected turn that results in a happy ending.

According to Wikipedia, “The philologist and fantasy author J. R. R. Tolkien coined the word by affixing the Greek prefix eu, meaning good, to catastrophe, the word traditionally used in classically inspired literary criticism to refer to the “unravelling” or conclusion of a drama’s plot. For Tolkien, the term appears to have had a thematic meaning that went beyond its literal etymological meaning in terms of form. As he defines it in his essay “On Fairy-Stories”, based on a lecture he gave in 1939, eucatastrophe is a fundamental part of his conception of mythopoeia. Though Tolkien’s interest is in myth, it is connected to the gospel; Tolkien, a devout Catholic, calls the Incarnation of Christ the eucatastrophe of “human history” and the Resurrection the eucatastrophe of the Incarnation.”

Eucatastrophe.

The online dictionary defines it as, “a sudden and favorable resolution of events in a story; a happy ending.”

What do I want for Christmas for my Country?

A eucatastrophe!

It’s just what I want and I didn’t even know the word until this morning.

Wipe it clean like the incoming tide.

I want to emerge from my bath, running down the hall yelling eucatastrophe, eucatastrophe!

And this holiday season, may the eucatastrophe be yours!

12.18.2025 – hello, sun in my face

hello, sun in my face
watch, now, how I start day in
happiness, kindness

Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety—

best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light—
good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.

WHY I WAKE EARLY in Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver by Mary Oliver (Penguin Press: New York, 2017).

This was the moments before the sun came up out of the Atlantic Ocean today, December 18, 2025. One of the shortest days of the year.

I go from fighting with the morning traffics where everyone who has to be to work on 7 am, tries to makes over the bridge and through the woods of Hilton Head Island even though there are only two roads.

The fun part is that for about a half mile before it splits, the road is 5 lanes wide and closes down to two lanes either side of the split.

There are all of us who work on the island and then there are those poor visitors who think they had driven hours to leave the woes of traffic behind.

I do feel sorry for them as I yell at them to get out of my way.

Then off to the left on the little used Cross Island Parkway and all at once I am on the Cross Island Bridge with the only view available on the island because any island in the low country … is FLAT and covered with trees.

And off to my left is the Atlantic Ocean and 1,000s of miles of nothing and the sky and the rising sun.

Best preacher that ever was,

Dear star, that just happens

to be where you are in the universe

to keep us from ever-darkness,

to ease us with warm touching,

to hold us in the great hands of light—

good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day, in happiness, in kindness.

Quite a transformation for the scant miles and few minutes of just a little bit ago.

12.17.2025 – four flights longest

four flights longest
57 seconds, in-
form press, home Christmas

Okay, okay, okay, so I really really had to fudge this one and break inform in half to get my 5-7-5 and as always my comment is, my blog, my rules.

ANYWAY 122 years ago today, down here on the seacoast of North Carolina, about 500 miles north of where I am on the seacoast of South Carolina, the Wright Brothers fly their Wright Flyer for the first time in a powered take off and flight of a heavier than air machine.

They made 4 flights and crashed, as most writers agree, because they didn’t know how to fly which is a lot like the saying the first guy to catch a fish ate it raw because he didn’t know how to cook it.

Flight took off.

And the Orville and Wilber were so excited they rushed off to send a very odd telegram.

See back then in 1903, the average cost for a Western Union message was approximately 30 cents, down from over one dollar in the 1860s. The rate typically included a set number of words (ten words), with an extra charge for each additional word.

The message they sent was: “Success four flights this morning all against twenty one mile wind started from Level with engine power alone average speed through air thirty one miles longest 57 seconds inform Press home Christmas”

I am just curious as to why they used the words twenty one and thirty one instead of the numbers 21 and 31. They did use 57 at the end.

Did the telegrapher pad the bill?

Hemingway makes the point, over and over, that his prose style of using as few words as possible was ingrained in him by hears of being a foreign correspondent and the Newspaper he worked for had to pay the cablegram bill for his stories by the word, so he learned to be brief.

Just got me thinking as I looked it.

Nevertheless, it happened 122 years ago today.

It should be noted that they had problems with their self designed and built gasoline engine and on that cold morning and it took a couple of hours to get it running satisfactorily.

So it can be said, with a great deal of truth, the Wright Brothers invented Flight Delay before they invented flight.