"It isn't one of your holiday games" wrote T.S. Eliot regarding "The Naming of Cats." The little cat that came to dinner (above occupying a box Tuck had brought up from the basement for stowing moveable feast foodstuffs for stocking our Finnish Christmas Eve Supper Down East this evening) showed up on our doorstep a few weeks back. We still don't know her name. Tiny was not amused, but the two of them have managed to achieve an entente cordiale that puts some of the nation's diplomatic peacocks to shame.
"Go around the Xmas dinner table and tell something you're grateful for," Fox News cutie-pie-priest-in-residence Father Jonathan advised viewers this morning in a segment on how do we find our way back to the "true meaning of Christmas" in the shopping/cooking/making-everybody-happy hysteria of the countdown to "The tidings that dare not speak their name." Our precious Anchoress had spoken of the very thing a coupla days back in "The Christmas Light in the Shopping Madness." It reminded us of the poignant tale of "Why the chimes rang."
We were thrilled to learn the other day that "polls show" the majority of us gun-and-religion-clinging yahoos still prefer "Merry Christmas" to "Happy Holidays," It's been such a joy the last coupla years to exchange "the look" with Salvation Army bell ringers, checkout folk at the super and just about everyone we've come across in the last period of time in the countown to, well, you know, Christmas. Don't know whether Father Jonathan's tales around the Xmas dinner table will work for us, but here's the story we would tell:
On the way up from Chelsea-by-the-Sea to York Harbor, we stopped at the liquor store in Seabrook, NH, just over the Massachusetts border, to purchase The Glen Livet Nadurra for Goomp ($90 in MA vs $60 in NH), and there, outside the store, was a Homeless Veterans table. Ever since 9/11 we've understood in our gut something we'd never really gotten before. Freedom isn't free, and it's those "rude men" willing to put their lives on the line who make it possible for the rest of us to pursue our American dream. Having no cash in our pocket, we ran back to the car for a five-dollar roll of dimes we had on hand for the tolls. As we made our offering to the fellow manning the Homeless Vets table, his smile melted our heart.
How mighty bless the best that is within the human heart.
Update: The Pope who loves cats and Mozart:
God often surprises us, says Pope in BBC broadcast.
Update II: Michelle Malkin Buzzworthy link!
Crossposted at Riehl World View and Liberty Pundits.