This final gift I’ve left to unwrap until Christmas Eve is from R. O. Blechman himself.
In his distinctive style that is well known from The New Yorker, Esquire, Punch, commercials and books he puts a sardonic, modern twist on the journey to Bethlehem. Would this be the way it would really be for a man and his pregnant wife seeking a place to lay their heads in our modern world?
As I said at the beginning of this series of posts I’m at a loss to understand why this gentle little special has not reappeared more often. But perhaps it is better not to wonder but to simply repeat what Coleen Dewhurst says:
The failure to recognize a gift when it is offered to us shows us something within ourselves. Let us leave that something open. Let’s us make room at the inn.
Thanking you for sharing this time with me and wishing you a Christmas of simple gifts richly bestowed and warmly received.
December 24 – 1955: NORAD Tracks Santa for the first time in what will become an annual Christmas Eve tradition.