You may recognise those lyrics – they belong to what used to be one of my two favourite Christmas songs (along with the Sons of the Desert cover of Lonely This Christmas – they’re not the US country band – I saw them in a pub at the Elephant and Castle years ago).
But this past year – my new favourite Christmas song has been The Spirit of Christmas by Fynnjan – see past posts.
Well, the Christmas charts have come and gone. It’s too soon the assess Fynnjan’s impact. But I’ll tell you, oooh… next year.
In the meantime, thanks very much for your support with the Fynnjan campaign and for dropping by this blog. Best wishes to you all. Happy Christmas to those of you who celebrate it. Good times to everyone.
And here’s a lyric from Fynnjan that seems appropriate…
“…seeing the people that I love, is why Christmas is the best.”
(And a good reason to behave like it’s Christmas every day.)
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May this holiday season smile gently upon you and yours, and may the New Year bring you light and joy.
I’m with you on behaving like it’s Christmas every day. If people did so, there would be no need for the madness, stress and hype that Christmas has become.
Paul; I hope your day goes like you would like it to be. Big hugs from across the pond!
Best of everything in the season, but most of all~
Merry Christmas. You were one of first few bloggers with whom I hooked up over 3 years ago.
I agree that everyday should be treated as a festival and by and large that is how I treat my days.
In any case, here is reciprocating your best wishes.
Merry Christmas! Hope you’re having a fantastic day! 🙂
“Ooh next year”, I like optimism and whatever about 2014 didn’t Fynnjan do well this year.
I put one of your two Christmas favourites to the test, I could not find “Lonely This Christmas” however I did enjoy the Pogues and Kirsty McColl once more. I wonder did they foresee their song lasting so well for so many years. What is its enduring appeal? Probably that Chistmas sense of enjoyment underlaid for many with sadness, deprivation possibly much self inflicted by rash decisions in the past. Whatever, it does have that enduring mix of celebration and pathos.
Compliments of the season, Paul and happy new year.