It's that time of year. Wherever you are, whoever you're with, whatever you find yourself doing, I hope you find yourself exactly where and who you want to be. But even if you don't, if things are not as they should be, know that you are not alone. This is a heavy season. Profound and still and sad, and there's noting wrong with admitting that.
If you do find that the day or the season is not as bright as you'd wish, take this, my gift to you. A little recording I did last year of a holiday classic. It's simple and childlike, but all the best things are. And, maybe, it can serve as a reminder to all of us, both of the simplest joys we so often pine for, and that sometimes the thing we've been listening for is still there, waiting for us, if we can just believe.