It’s that time of year again.

These are two of my favorite Christmas songs.

Perhaps Jethro Tull got it right in the opening verse of A Christmas Song which derides humanity for focusing on gaiety and partying at a time of year when so many have so little.

Once in Royal David’s City, stood a lonely cattle shed,

Where a mother held her baby

You’d do well to remember the things He later said.

When you’re stuffing yourselves at the Christmas parties,

You’ll just laugh when I tell you to take a running jump,

You’re missing the point I’m sure does not need making

The Christmas spirit is not what you drink.

I must confess, I have so much in my life that is happy and good and if you know me at all, you know I am not talking about the material; but the joy of the company of my loved ones and the relationships I cherish with family, friends, co-workers and my social media “friends” as well. I have had a wonderful year. Not bragging, just tell you how blessed I feel to have such loving people in my life. At the end of the day it will be the experiences I have had with all of you that are my true gifts, not the presents under the tree.

On the heels of musician Greg Lake passing away so close to Christmas I would be remiss if I did not include at least one stanza from the beautiful yet sad, I Believe in Father Christmas.

I wish you a hopeful Christmas

I wish you a brave new year

All anguish, pain and sadness

Leave your heart and let your road be clear.

Until next year.