Monday, December 14, 2009

Where The Yule Tale Was Begun

Doorman Bldg Christmas Tree
Lobby decor on W. 84th Street

SJT and Diesel swung through town today. Such good timing, right? I was in danger of becoming melancholy, what with my Improv class over and post-show blues and the like.

But no chance of that, not with SJT and Diesel around. It was SO good to catch up over Indian food, before getting cozy over at Edgar's with warm beverages and baked goods.

Thanks for dropping by, my sistahs! Hope to see you again real soon.

And now, let's have a poem, shall we?

There fared a mother driven forth
Out of an inn to roam;
In the place where she was homeless
All men are at home.
The crazy stable close at hand,
With shaking timber and shifting sand,
Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand
Than the square stones of Rome.

For men are homesick in their homes,
And strangers under the sun,
And they lay their heads in a foreign land
Whenever the day is done.

Here we have battle and blazing eyes,
And chance and honour and high surprise,
But our homes are under miraculous skies
Where the yule tale was begun.

(Excerpted from G.K. Chesterton's Christmas Poem)

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