Gene Autry wrote "Here Comes Santa Claus." I like Elvis' version, but my favorite might be Willie Nelson's. Regardless there's a line I've puzzled over, sometimes admiring the ability to blend the commercialism of Santa and gift giving with "the Reason for the Season," sometimes appalled at that same fact.
"Santa knows that we're God's children; that makes everything right."
That was the line that jumped out at me, though most all of it is a mash-up of Santa and God. I guess part of it hearkens (I wanted to type "harkens" but the dotted red line says no.) to the Saint Nicholas of Christmas lore, and a Conservative audience, but it seems odd considering what Christmas has become. I think I've unburthen'd myself of Christmas song musing for a while anyway, so thank you for your forbearance. For some reason, like those that place great authority in the printed word, I treat songs/lyrics as the gospel truth. Because it is in a song, it must be so. Though the reality of the matter is setting me up for some serious reckoning.
In other news, unlike
last year when I tried to do a twelve
baking days of Christmas, this year I just want to make some things I haven't before. One of those things are truffles, another is a créme anglaise (maybe for my annual figged bread pudding), and a third might be a roasted bird that isn't a turkey (maybe some Cornish game hens, like my newlywed couple friends do for Thanksgiving, or a duck; goose is too expensive--I couldn't touch a frozen one for less than 50 bucks.).
I was looking up varsity in one of my bedside dictionaries (British shortening of university) and stumbled across vegete. It is an archaic word that means full of life. I found this interesting considering "vegetable" is now an adjective for the exact opposite.
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