Christmas finally hit me last night when I pulled Marian McPartland’s Piano Jazz Christmas show up to listen to on-line. That was the point at which, perhaps, I became "still" enough to connect with it all. Later I watched "A Charlie Brown Christmas" my family. Traditions die hard. I couldn't help myself but then to pick up my book: "The Making of A Charlie Brown Christmas", and start to reading it again. Charles Schultz is my hero. It was nice also yesterday, to sit down at the piano in my own home and play Christmas carols (and things). Turmoil is all around (us). I am at peace (never perfectly so, but with an undercurrent of trust and calm). Family is cool. Merry Christmas (Charlie Brown)!