Christmastime Is Here Again

So, I'd been getting further in the mood for the holidays by listening to all of the Beatles' Christmas records done for their fan club. They were annual giveaways that the Fab Four recorded from '63-'69. Lots of fun.

Anyway, today, we went to a wedding down in the OC at the Crystal Cathedral (Congrats to Sheryl and Patrick Kershaw, two of my oldest fans & friends). I'd only seen the place on TV as part of the "Hour Of Power." The place is a riot. It was a beautiful ceremony on a proscenium decked out for the church's Christmas show; a huge 3D Bethlehem complete with night sky, rock formations and fortifications. Righteous choice of venue, Patrick!

On a whim, after the ceremony, I decided to check on ticket availability for the extravaganza billed as the Glory Of Christmas. It did not disappoint. Simply put, it was the Biggest Budgeted, Best Christmas Pageant Ever. Wild stuff. Not only was it an action packed nativity story, there were a cast of dozens, including flying angels, and real live animals in the show. Real camels, sheep and horses, horses, horses. Lots of singing (the soloist on Some Children See Him blew me away), lots of great carols and plenty of interpretive dance. I'm sure some would call it ostentatious, but we was thrilled by it. If you live in the SoCal area and have an affinity for Yuletide activities, check it out.

Time for bed. Got to get up early to go to the Farmers' Market. Get a Christmas tree. Plus the Browns are on at 1 PM.

Peace & Disco Beats

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Unknown said…

Dude, you're killing me. You actually beat me there. I've been wanting to go for years. So now I have to hear it from you AND my parents... "You mean YOU haven't been to the Crystal Cathedral yet?" Like GW said, "I cannot tell a lie... Nope, not yet, Mom."

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