Happy Festivus and Philip Navada – Whoever Philip is.

It is 11:00pm Christmas eve as I write this short note.

As some already realize, December 25 marks seven days before the start of Valentine Day sales, having seen the first indications at my local Macy’s and Target.

It also marks eight days before our favorite television shows return to our flat-screen TVs. Whoohoo!

For me, this is a very quiet night, but not silent. I have been listening to the Black Eyed Peas, Santana and Crosby, Stills and Nash (sometimes Young). Oh yea, The Hallelujah Choirs because I like the music.

I am reading a very interesting book to be reviewed for the New York Journal of Books concerning the American space program titled “To Touch the Face of God,” by Kendrick Oliver. It is due for release in March and it is quite interesting. I found the subtitle most intriguing, “The sacred, the profane and the American Space program, 1957-1975.”

My other half is at work this evening – ah, the life of a nurse – and my own family is Jewish, so Christmas only means a day off from retail. (There is a story behind this, but not tonight.)


I am immediately grateful that the planet did not go the Mission Impossible route and self-destruct on December 21 or this evening, though there are 30 minutes left. I really wish the doomsayers would get their dates straighten out. The Mayans were right, the calendar started all over again, so no worries for another 5300 years.

Most of all, I am grateful to you, my friends and readers, for making 2012 a most rewarding year for me. Not financially, but emotionally and intellectually. You guys and gals are the best.

I wish you all to gains good health and great spirits in the New Year.

Peace PoleShalom, Salam, Peace, 和平, Frieden, 平和, 평화, мир, Paz

Post Script – Can anyone tell me who Philip Navada is? I keep hearing people singing about him, but who is he?

Post Post Script – Thank you Pogo for the best Christmas song…  EVER.

Pogo the Possum - And CompanyDeck us all with Boston Charlie, Walla Walla, Wash, and Kalamazoo!                 

Nora’s freezin’ on the trolley, Swaller dollar cauliflower Alleygaroo!

Don’t we know archaic barrel,  Lullaby Lilla Boy, Louisville Lou.

Trolley Molly don’t love Harold,  Boola Boola Pensacoola Hullabaloo!

Bark us all bow-wows of folly,  Polly wolly cracker n too-da-loo!  

Donkey Bonny brays a carol,  Antelope cantaloup, ‘lope with you! 

Hunky Dory’s pop is lolly gaggin’ on the wagon,  Willy, folly go through!

Chollie’s collie barks at Barrow,  Harum scarum five alarum bung-a-loo!

Duck us all in bowls of barley,  Ninky dinky dink an’ polly voo!

Chilly Filly’s name is Chollie,  Chollie Filly’s jolly chilly view halloo!

Bark us all bow-wows of folly,  Double-bubble, toyland trouble! Woof, Woof, Woof!

Tizzy seas on melon collie!  Dibble-dabble, scribble-scrabble! Goof, Goof, Goof!

About David Rosman

David is the winner of the Missouri Press Foundation's "Best Columnist" in 2013 (First Place) and 2014 (Second Place), the 2016 Harold Riback Award for excellence in writing, and the winner of the 2007 Interactive Media Award for excellence in editing.
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