As this statement still resonates in my mind and as another season of frantic gift shopping comes to a close, I cannot help but think of the proverbial Christmas tree of Charlie Brown.
No, dear readers, this is not ANOTHER gripe about the commercialism of Christmas. As much as I would like to demonize it, that squeaky wheel forever is getting grease and is forever needing it. So long as you know...
Anyways; fake tree, real tree, no tree...Remember to tell folks about His birth. His life. His mission.
In the meantime, me and that little boy with the drum is gonna put out some new beats. "paa rum pum pum pum" is still where it's at, though.