In Stillness and Rhythm-At West End Gallery
Through long December nights we talk in words of rain or snow,
while you, through chattering teeth, reply and curse us as you go.
Why not spare a thought this day for those who have no flame
to warm their bones at Christmas time?
Say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.
–Jethro Tull, Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow
I haven’t listened to much holiday music this year. Haven’t fully invested myself into the holiday spirit thus far, plus the local radio channels that play only holiday music endlessly play the same songs over and over, to the point that you can almost predict the next song. I don’t know if I can bear hearing Mariah Carey sing All I Want for Christmas Is You again without tearing out my hair. I just don’t have enough hair to spare.
So, I went hunting for a holiday song this morning to share. one that might have eluded your ears. It did mine. It’s from Jethro Tull who have recorded quite a number of holiday songs over the years. This is from the late 80’s, I believe, and is titled Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow. It’s basically an admonition to spread your joy and lend a hand to those in need during the holiday season.
It just hot the spot for me this morning and I bet you haven’t heard this on any radio channel or holiday playlist.
Well, maybe you have. What the hell do I know?
Now get out of here before I lose my holiday spirit…
Redtree Times 
I’ve never heard that one: very nice. For some reason, it reminded me of a holiday standard around these parts. Texas Monthly magazine said this about it: “Since its release on the 1994 album Gringo Honeymoon, Robert Earl Keen’s “Merry Christmas From the Family” has become the “I’ll Be Home For Christmas” for those of us whose family get-togethers are less Hallmark and more National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation.” “Merry Christmas from the Family” does show up on radio from time to time, but only on the fringiest stations possible. Feliz Navidad!
Thanks for starting my day off with a laugh! And new piece of music. 😍 also smiled at your last line channeling the Home Alone movie – whether intended or not. Been regularly repeating lately your mantra of embracing the perfectly imperfect.