The melancholy floats by
I don’t know why I love Christmas music like I do, but it only takes the afternoon of Thanksgiving to get me to put the playlist on. Right now, I’m watching the water reflecting on the bayou that is moving steadily away from Lake Ponchartrain. Elvis Presley is singing Silent Night, Irma Thomas just finished Holy Night. Sadness – these songs seem tinged in sadness. Our house is crowded with menorahs on the counter, nuts…