When I was about eight or thereabouts, I wrote a poem that i was so proud of.. it went like this:
don't it feel like Christmas in the summer and in the spring don't it feel like Christmas every time you do a good thing ....
and i'm sure there was more... but those first few lines were ingrained in my memory throughout the many years. i guess by now its part of the foundation of my spirit in this holiday season. and, as I think about the times were living in it helps to share such experiences.. kinda like the great tradition that my friends, Scott and Stacey Fitzpatrick have established as a seasonal ritual (they not only do christmas, but st patty's day and any such festivity that calls for singin' and partyin') Last night, they once again gathered friends and an assortment of music teachers together for food, libations and the singing of Christmas songs.. what grand good Christmas cheer sharing the spirit together.. also the teachers were exceptionally lively and really glad that they were there off work this being their last school day and assorted related event accomplished (ie: chior, asseblies, performances, etc., etc.) they really let their hair down... oh to share that feeling...
so this week, we venture to share the spirit at Roadhouse cafe by hanging out with friends and hopefully putting a smile on your face and possibly sharing that smile and all that good love at this time of the year.... so with that being said I'll sign off here with the wishing you happy holidays, Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah... as well as -- Lator Gators
