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Larry Jones Stayed Home for Christmas

Go listen to Larry's version of I'll Be Home for Christmas. He's got a little Leon Russell thing going on. Just beautiful!

Thanks for Christmas

I received a supportive email from a friend last week that read:

...keep your eyes peeled for the gifts: A golden slant of sunlight on the snow; holiday lights twinkling red and green on wet streets; cardinals, chickadees and sparrows on the feeders and in the trees.

Your heartlight is glowing.

It's been awhile since I've had my eyes peeled for gifts. I've been too sad, tired and stressed for peeling my eyes, but when I read Blue Wren's pretty words, it was a reminder that there are gifts everywhere, if I would only look.

Like in my yahoo email inbox the last week or two.

Getting emails from Jeddie Ningo, updating me on the progress of his work on our holiday songs the last three years has been a true gift. Every one of them makes me smile. If he's not calling me a vocal Godzilla, he's writing to say that his computer went tits-up, and another time, it went boobies-up and then finally, one night he was so happy with his mixing that he emailed me to say... it's jugs, knockers, hooties, tomatoes. Yeah, it's melons. (Musician talk. Means "I approve wholeheartedly.")

And he's writing all that when he's not emailing me links to bad Christmas song porn.

I've had a blast doing our last two songs, but this year I had even more fun. There's nothing stressful or sad about working with Jeddie Ningo on this music. Or working with The Skimmer on the artwork. And when I say "working" with them, I really mean thanking them and being grateful for how great they both really are.

They are gifts, making my heartlight glow. As are all of you.

So, I give thanks for them, thanks for all of you and Thanks for Christmas!

Happy Holidays, everyone! And like Jeddie's last email to me said....Its Soup!!!11!!eleven!!

When Big Kids are Still Little Kids

Blue Kid walked through the back door smiling, carrying a huge box.

"What's that?"

"UPS must've brought it. It's from Jenny! I'm not little anymore. Can I open it?"

"What wrong with your nose?"

"Eh. I accidentally hit Emily's forehead with my nose and I think I broke it."

"What?! Let me see!"

"Look, it's swollen and bruised and when I did it, it bled like crazy." He cupped his hands and held them up to show me. "The blood filled my hands! Can I open the present? I'm not little anymore!"

"Let me see your nose and no, you can't open the present."

"But, I'm not little anymore!"

"Your reasoning is flawed! I used to let you open Jenny's presents early so they wouldn't get mixed up with all the regular presents -- so you would know what she sent you."

"Mom! Look at my nose! I had the worst day ever! I need to open a present."

"Good one. No, no and again...no. If you're not little anymore, you can wait 'til Christmas morning!"

"Mom! I've had the worst day of my life!"

"No!"

"C'mon, Mom!"

Laughing, I said, "All right. Let's call Jenny and see what her opinion of this situation is!"

"Call her. She'll be on my side!"

"Don't count on it, Buster! She knows your type!"

Jenny answered the phone and I explained the situation, then handed the phone to Blue Kid.

Blue Kid said in his most low and pitiful voice, "I've had the worst day of my life. I headbutted my girlfriend and broke my nose. Yeah, yeah. It was an accident. And now all I need is to open this present and my mom won't let me."

They talked for a few minutes about BK's worst day ever and then hung up.

Blue Kid got to open the present.