I heard a snippet of this song this morning, the Judy Garland version.
Every time I hear this song, I think of my Granny. She’s been gone for 22 years, but I imagine her in her one bedroom apartment in an independent living facility for seniors. I see the little 2 foot Christmas tree that she had set up on a table to give the illusion of holiday cheer when the grandkids came over, usually some weekend near Christmas but never on Christmas. I imagine her imagining the fun that my brother and me and my cousins were having at our own houses on Christmas morning, and getting sad that she was of such poor health that she couldn’t be there with us.
She was having a little Christmas. All by herself. How merry.
I’ve spent the better part of the week serving as the foreman for a jury in a criminal case. As they tell you, you’re not allowed to talk about it with anyone, not even your fellow jurors, during the trial. As they also tell you, once the trial is over you can talk about anything you want. So,…
“Costello seems to want to fight fights that are only tangentially related to the office he is running for, but faced with the alternative of four more years of Lloyd Fields - a walking, talking public embarrassment to the state - Costello is an easy choice.”—Candidate endorsement from the Tulsa World that I don’t think the candidate read all that well before putting on his website.