More Music, Why Not? And a brief rundown of the Holiday, just because I can.

 My wife, Mrs. Andrew, found this little ditty on the interwebs on Tuesday, so here it is.

The "Candlelight Carol" by Aled Jones.  He looks Irish but he's Welsh.  I know, what does it matter but I looked at him and thought 'Irish' and was wrong.  Sigh, even I get it wrong sometimes...

And another one from him, "Walking in the Air" which was written for the 1982 movie "The Snowman."  What makes this a remarkable piece is he's accompanied by... himself, as a kid.  Seems A. Jones was quite the phenom as a child and has been actively singing professionally since 10.  Sing with yourself, what a thought.  And he didn't blow out his voice like a lot of child singers did (looking at you, Charlotte Church (which was caused by her manager/parents pushing her too hard without the proper training.))

Other than that, Christmas was good for the Beans household.  No major injuries or illnesses, though our local disease vector friend (an adult woman who has a child... and, yes, kids as disease vectors, it is a thing) came over a few days ago to drop off presents and left a bug for us to share and enjoy.  Dinner was cooked, two turkey breasts roasted, cornbread dressing, candied yams and whole berry cranberry sauce from a can just like God and Ocean Spray intended, with a 12th of a homemade pecan pie and a 12th of a cherry pie (homemade crust, filling from a can) for each of us, presents were unwrapped and sickeningly sweet Christmas movies were watched.  And all the leftovers properly put away for lunches and dinners over the next five days.

Living in an apartment complex is sometimes quite noisy, but this year was quiet. Neighbors were either gone or respectful and the (legal) Mexican Americans in the complex just north of us had a big family to-do that started on Christmas Eve around noon and has been going on since (I think they did a pig in a pit, and the men tended the fire.  Smelled good, very good.)

 Tad warm as it peaked at 78 Fahrenheit, but it's Florida so the weather at Christmastide is flaky.  The first time I saw snow in real life was 12-25-73 in Satellite Beach, FL, south of The Cape, and we watched snowflakes fall and turn to rain about 2" from the ground, or waft towards our picture window in the living room and turn to water.  Then there were the high 80's Christmases, which isn't fun, skeeters for the Baby Jesus is not right.  And everything in between.

Hope everyone had a decent non-injurious holiday.  Sometimes having a quiet non-panicky, no-drama Christmas is the best.