Ode to Christmas, from a Jew

T’was the night before Christmas,
all through the homestead,
Every Jew was thrilled! Friday morning in bed!
Hooray for Christmas every Levite rejoiced,
Beat ’em or join ’em that is the choice!
So the Jews, they wassailed,
they caroled and they hailed.
Jesus is born! Jesus is born!
Not a doctor he be, his mother forlorn.

Happiness is . . . predictability

I was too sick to go to our family 11th night of Hannukah party but I felt like a I was there (http://40andoverblog.com/?p=3114) because, as predicted, my dad did try out his Japanese, my son turned all the bird-nerders on to Chirp, an iTouch app, the latkes were authentic, and Cousin Gentle spent the whole evening talking up the eligible single woman in the room (and of course we have pictures and depending on the number of time she appears in future pictures, we will need to footnote the length and quality of her relationship to the overall clan).

Life is good even though I am still sick as a dog.