It just feels like things are just not quite right this year, and I'm at a loss to explain why. There is a vague unease, and it seems to be effecting not only my life, but my entire friends list.
I was watching TV news for a sec... bad habit. Kick me hard. There was a story about Bethlehem being a battlefield between Palestinians and Jews. No tourists this year, but a lot of stones and bullets... including a tiny, sick looking Christmas tree amidst the rubble, decorated with shell casings and a picture of the Virgin at the top of the tree, ripped out of a book.
I think I'll need to immerse myself in hot, steaming water for a long, long time, make a big cup of cocoa and watch "A Charlie Brown Christmas" to get over this funk. Maybe that's the problem... It's just not Christmas without Charles Schultz... (and a little Vince Guaraldi.)
At least there's some good news... Found Fayard. Rest assured, the PBS documentary will get their interview. So shines a good deed in a weary world...
