Jolly Old St. Nicholas: Ray Coniff

Posted December 4, 2025 by katry
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Up on the Housetop: George Strait

Posted December 4, 2025 by katry
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Santa Baby: Eartha Kitt

Posted December 4, 2025 by katry
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“Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies!”

Posted December 4, 2025 by katry
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Last night it was down right cold at 29°. I think it was as cold as it has been, but tonight will totally top that though top doesn’t really fit. Maybe bottom out is better. It will get down to 17°. The dogs will be in and out and back again in a flash. Their fur always feels cold. Nala even gets under the quilt when we go to bed. She keeps me warm.

When I was a kid, I never questioned the existence of Santa Claus. He just was. I had the common questions, but my mother had all the answers. How did he get around the world in one night? Her answer had to do time around the world, and it made sense to a young me. Today was yesterday in some places. I never doubted flying reindeer. After all, there were flying squirrels so why not reindeer. I knew Santa was chubby and plump from all those cookies he ate, even if he only took a bite to be polite. I expected I was always on the good list, but I did wonder who squealed on the naughty list kids. It never occurred to me to wonder why Santa gave us presents. In our house, Santa presents were never wrapped, and that made sense too. I figured making toys for all the kids around the world took so much time there wasn’t any time left for wrapping. I remember walking down the stairs and looking over the railing and seeing all those toys around the tree. It was breathtaking.

The best Santa was at Jordan Marsh in Boston. We went just about every year. We used to say we were going in town, and everyone knew we meant Boston. If we had said up town, we would have meant the square. Back then the square was filled with stores but none had a Santa. At Jordan’s there was always a line. It slowly snaked around the Enchanted Village. I remember all the scenes with mechanical people dressed in Victorian era clothes. They were moving, working, in village stores, and in houses families were decorating the tree. It was, as the name, described, enchanting. This was in the 50’s. Later the village was closed, but it reappeared every now and then. One Christmas my sister and her family came from Colorado. We all, including my mother, went to Boston to see the Enchanted Village. It was in City Hall Plaza. Without question, it was old fashion, and the movements were simple, repetitive, just back and forth, but that didn’t matter. It was as I remembered it. It was still enchanting.

Green Tambourine: The Lemon Pipers

Posted December 1, 2025 by katry
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It’s All Over Now Baby Blue: Bob Dylan

Posted December 1, 2025 by katry
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Colours: Donovan

Posted December 1, 2025 by katry
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Nights in White Satin: The Moody Blues

Posted December 1, 2025 by katry
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”Big flashy things have my name written all over them. Well… not yet, give me time and a crayon.”

Posted December 1, 2025 by katry
Categories: Musings

Today is mostly sunny. It is in the 40’s. Tonight will be cold. That’s the weather pattern. Last night it rained enough I could hear it on the roof. Meanwhile, Henry was banging on the dog door and opening it with his head. He wasn’t happy when the rain started.

When I was a kid, the Sears catalog was required reading this time of year. It was thick and heavy and filled with pictures of toys and games and almost anything a kid would want for Christmas. I used to circle what I wanted and put my name inside the circle so there would be no doubt as to who wanted that toy, but it seemed every time I pored through the book, my choices changed. I’d cross out the old ones and circle the new ones. I’d make my list for Santa and even provide the item numbers so they’d be no confusion. I never thought it was odd to connect Santa and the Sears catalog. I just assumed he knew.

We used to make ornaments for the tree. My mother would fill the middle of the kitchen table with all sorts of ornament making stuff like scraps of cloth, glue, sparkles, string, construction paper, pipe cleaners, crayons and styrofoam balls. One year I made an angel holding a book of carols. She had a pipe cleaner halo, pipe cleaner arms and string for hair. She was voted the ugliest ornament. I put her on the tree anyway.

I used to love to color. We had assorted crayons in cigar boxes. Seldom did we throw away a crayon so they were all different lengths. The labels were gone so the crayons were just blue and red and green instead of colors like cerulean, melon or sienna. We had Christmas coloring books. That was about the only time I used the white crayon. It was for the beard, the fur on Santa’s clothes and the snow, but you could hardly tell. I used to layer the white.

I love Christmas carols. I’m already playing them in the car. I never think it is too early. Christmas carols have a short season and deserve more attention. Our uke concerts this month are all Christmas. We dress accordingly in red. We wear Christmas fascinators and bring lots of noise makers, lots of bells. Our concerts are an adventure.

My dance card for the week is uke heavy: practice, a lesson, a little concert for a friend, and two regular concerts. I changed my uke strap to Christmas and have a pile of stuff to take with me. I’m ready to welcome the season, musically!

Shaking the Tree: Peter Gabriel featuring Youssou N’Dour

Posted November 30, 2025 by katry
Categories: Video