Wednesday, December 14, 2011

The Secret

When I was a girl, my mother had a Christmas album by Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, and Fred Waring. There were a number of songs we enjoyed but one in particular that I learned to love a lot. Some of my fondness is because the song reminds me of her, and she died when I was fourteen.

But some of my love for the song is because of the lyrics, which culminate with

So may I suggest the secret of Christmas
Is not the things you do at Christmastime
But the Christmas things you do
All year through?

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