This morning we awoke to blizzard-like winds, swirling snow, and freezing rains. There is something to be said for a white Christmas, but this is fair ridiculous. Oklahoma's I-44, which spans the breadth of the state, was closed from from central Oklahoma to the Red River.
All in all, though, ours was a fairly uneventful trip. Naturally, we feel blessed to share the holiday with family- particularly when others are stranded in sundry places across the country. One cannot help feeling for those in a fix. Just last year, I was nearly stranded in St. Louis. The experience is frustrating, and disappointing to say the least. I would rail against the evil that is American Airlines, but the point would be redundant.
Interestingly, yesterday also marked the fifth birthday of Pax Plena. Reflecting upon the past few years, it was amusing to see our blog's evolution - from its misspelled inaugural title, to our shift from personal anecdotes to political and social commentary, to (hopefully) a better written product. Blogging lo these many years has been an exercise in consistency. As in life, exercise has been spotty, but the act itself is self-validating.
In all, blogging has been a true privilege, and the many conversations here have become as much a part of my life as my morning coffee. I suppose this contradicts the myth that all fun habits are bad.
And so, on this cold, wintery, circumspective day, here's wishing you and yours a Merry Christmas. To celebrate the Lord's birth, please enjoy Bing Crosby's "The Littlest Angel."
The Littlest Angel
By Bing Crosby
Let me tell you a tale that is often told
In the great Celestial Hall
All about an angel only four years old
The littlest angel of all
How all day he would play with a little box
That to others had no words
Oh, but there were treasures in this little box
The treasures he brought from Earth
Just a butterfly with golden wings
A little piece of a hollow log
Two shiny stones from a river bank
And the worn out strap of his faithful dog
Then the angels all heard that the holy child
Would be born in Bethlehem
And they all brought present for the holy child
And each gift was a heavenly gem
Then the littlest angel put his little box
With the presents fine and wrapped
And the littlest angel sat alone and cried
For his gift was so meager and bad
Just a butterfly with golden wings
A little piece of a hollow log
Two shiny stones from a river bank
And the worn out strap of his faithful dog
But the Lord chose the gift of the little box
That the child had blessed with love
And it started glowing that very night
It became the star up above
When you see that star as it shines on high
In the great Celestial Hall
You will know the proudest angel in the sky
Is the littlest angel of all
With his butterfly with golden wings
A little piece of a hollow log
Two shiny stones from a river bank
And the worn out strap of his faithful dog
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In the great Celestial Hall
All about an angel only four years old
The littlest angel of all
How all day he would play with a little box
That to others had no words
Oh, but there were treasures in this little box
The treasures he brought from Earth
Just a butterfly with golden wings
A little piece of a hollow log
Two shiny stones from a river bank
And the worn out strap of his faithful dog
Then the angels all heard that the holy child
Would be born in Bethlehem
And they all brought present for the holy child
And each gift was a heavenly gem
Then the littlest angel put his little box
With the presents fine and wrapped
And the littlest angel sat alone and cried
For his gift was so meager and bad
Just a butterfly with golden wings
A little piece of a hollow log
Two shiny stones from a river bank
And the worn out strap of his faithful dog
But the Lord chose the gift of the little box
That the child had blessed with love
And it started glowing that very night
It became the star up above
When you see that star as it shines on high
In the great Celestial Hall
You will know the proudest angel in the sky
Is the littlest angel of all
With his butterfly with golden wings
A little piece of a hollow log
Two shiny stones from a river bank
And the worn out strap of his faithful dog
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
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