So this is Christmas, says the song. I dreaming of a White Christmas, yet another. But I must wonder if anyone truly remembers the feelings, and inspiration behind those songs.
A time spent at home, around a fire place, with “home made” everything. Pies, pastels, (for us Spanish folks) and home made gifts that came from the heart.
No hustle to go anywhere but right where you were. As the final song would sing:
wouldn’t you like to go, where Everybody knows your name.
And you!
MedicSmurf 