So Let the Old Year Die

... with a fond goodbye,
And our hopes as high as a kite ...

White Christmas

When I left my family's house on the 26th, it was snowing.  It had started snowing on Christmas Eve, and kept the habit up, on and off, with breaks for the air to crystallize, for two days.  It was the first white Christmas we've had in some time, and one of the best in memory.

Merry Christmas!

Because one song isn't enough.

Long Years Ago

Ana Maria Alberghetti:

Everything for Some Time

I was preparing to write a post along the lines of The Preacher, remarking on how little had happened since I abandoned serious blogging for Mr. Shakespeare.  The first draft (everything written should have at least two drafts) was about four hundred words strong when I put it aside for an afternoon.  Before I had a chance to come back to it, Newtown had happened, making my post on the vanity of vanities somewhat ... vain?

A Good Word

... is as soon said as a bad one.

To Enjoy a Lifelong Romance ...

... fall in love with yourself.

Finally, Mon Freres

It's not a post just for you, but it's a post—and well worth reading, thanks to the great Fr. Schall.

If Through Your Carelessness

... your wife becomes a widow, who will cook for you?

In the First and Most Penitent Place

... apologies for the extended silence.  In the second and most abject place, that silence will continue for about another week, as the school semester ties up.

When Reason Preaches

... if you don't hear, she'll box your ears.