MERRY CHRISTMAS, INDIANA

Sitting around yesterday looking at our Christmas decorations and listening to Jimmy Buffett's Christmas album - (which was inspired by the purchase of a light-up palm tree we purchased for the front porch this year) and I was taken by the words to his song "Merry Christmas, Alabama" about all the places he has been over the years and how all those places become a second home after a while. Those of you who know the song will enjoy, but I've made a few changes and posted the lyrics here, as they seem to fit how I feel at this time of the year, reflecting on where we've been, where we are going and some of the places we may never see again:

Merry Christmas, … Indiana
Merry Christmas,… Motegi
Merry Christmas,… to Fontana
To Detroit and to East Germany

Merry Christmas,… Indiana
Where I started this wild and crazy run
Such a long way …from that first birthday
Merry Christmas, everyone

And Merry Christmas, …California
Though far from you all I have roamed
'Tis the season …to remember
All the faces, And the places that were home

'Tis the season …to remember
And to count up all the venues I have known
And to thank God’s mercies tender
For I'm never far from home

Merry Christmas to my saints and guardian angels
Who protect us …as we roam
'Tis the season …to remember
All the faces And the places that were home

Guess my life's moved …at near light speed
Since I started this wild and crazy run
Such a long way …from that first birthday
Merry Christmas, …everyone

'Tis the season …to remember
No we're never far from home
Merry Christmas, everyone.



The Winter solstice has just occurred and we are, as I like to quote, "Halfway to Portland!" which traditionally happens in late June. This is the quiet time of our racing Spirits, when our energy retreats within to await the coming of another season. At the end of the year, we reflect on the seasons and cycles of our own lives. We sometimes recall our triumphs and our own dark periods. Times when things seem difficult. And yet, there is always the spark of hope rekindles as we head back towards warmth. The cycles turn and change, and Yule is just such a moment. Even in the darkest night, there is the seed of rebirth.


As I often say at the beginning of each race on the Land Line, "God Bless You ALL."

Signing out for 2005,

JHS




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