Tag Archives: Christmas

Comfort and joy

  Perhaps God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen is my favorite Christmas carol because I aspire to maintain the countenance of a “merry gentleman,” myself. The song is cheerful and positive, as upbeat now as it must have been when sung … Continue reading

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My thirty-five white Christmases

My mother always gave me underwear for Christmas. She did this until I was thirty-five years old, the year before she died. I think it was her way of reminding me that she was “mom,” no matter how old I … Continue reading

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Christmas in Nashville

It is appropriate that in a city known so much for its music that there was a lot of it at the official lighting of Metro Nashville’s Christmas tree. Choirs from Nashville School of the Arts, W.O. Smith School and … Continue reading

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Seeing Christmas on the road

During the period between November 29 and December 18 this year, I had the pleasure of performing or being a broadcast guest eight times in five cities. When I travel this time of year, I make sure to enjoy the … Continue reading

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New Orleans entertains me

The weekend of December 19-21, 2014 in New Orleans, I was fortunate enough to play solo shows at the Louisiana Music Factory, the Everette Maddox Memorial Poetry and Prose Series at the Maple Leaf Bar and do a guest spot … Continue reading

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Yes, Virginia, it’s Eddie Jones

The classic 1897 newspaper response to a letter from an eight year old girl asking if Santa Claus existed has always fascinated me. The words, “Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus,” and the accompanying message of reassurance make me … Continue reading

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My thirty-five white Christmases

My mother always gave me underwear for Christmas. She did this until I was thirty-five years old, the year before she died. I think it was her way of reminding me that she was “mom,” no matter how old I … Continue reading

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