We're at a relative's house, with all of the confusion that that suggests. (Why don't relatives keep the plates and glasses in the right place? Not to mention, stock Ghiradelli coffee and decent sausage?) But I got something to think about (briefly) last night.
We were watching Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone. In one scene, Harry awakens at Hogwarts on Christmas morning, sees a friend, and says 'Happy Christmas'. Happy? Yeah...I like the sound of that. Why do we say Merry Christmas? Isn't Happy better? I'm Happy that its Christmas -- but not as a rule so Merry.
(Apropos of that same scene, I screwed up, lightly: I wondered idly in the hearing of my daughter if anyplace had the kind of glorious Christmas morning as they had in that scene: huge fire place, roaring fire, great stone walls, overstuffed chairs, thickly falling snow. Whereupon my daughter asked 'Didn't we have a Christmas like that last year?' Well, no. But I was abruptly smart enough not to point that out.)
Happy Easter, everyone.
2 comments:
Happy Easter to you and yours Bill.
And to you as well, S !
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