Tuesday, December 11, 2012


I just got home from my women's club's Christmas party. I say "Christmas" party because, in the end, despite all the kowtowing to the atheist and the tip-toeing around our sole Jewish member; I managed to wiggle Jesus into the festivities, making this year's party the first traditional Christmas celebration that we have enjoyed in years.

I can't take all the credit, though. The actual work was done in a round-about way, at the hands of a local vocal group who gifted us with a performance of some of their favorite songs. Or, as some people call them, carols.

However, while it is true that the majority of the songs were Christmas related, the group also sang a little ditty from The Beatles and a couple of old songs from popular musicals, so; there truly was something for everyone.

And, since the group had approached me with the offer of a serenade, free of charge as a way to thank our group for the many good works we do in our community; there was really no way for anyone to be put out by the performance without looking really, really ungrateful and, well, grinchy.

So, the Christians got their carols back, the non-Christians failed to burst into flame at the mention of holy nights, mangers and wise men, and, I made it through the whole thing without a single shot of whiskey or glass of wine.

Oh, I'm totally planning to have one, or the other, now, but, that is neither here nor there.

And I deserve it.

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