’Twas two days before Christmas

And all through the office

Not a creature was stirring

Not even a (computer) mouse

(It didn’t rhythm, but please go with it…)

It’s a glory, glory hallelujah, not silent morning here in Las Vegas as we all get prepped and running for Christmas morning just two days away.

I’m already spying the skies for reindeer, but so far only Southwest and Alaska Airlines are streaking my skies like giant birds in the day and flashing UFOs at night. The North Pole Express is still to be sighted.

But I have eggnog and a child’s hope.

And a sparkling tree that makes me smile every time I click the power strip I have the light strings plugged into on every morning. It blazes with cheer and I love to bask in its glow.

And of course, I have stories to keep my eyes sparkling and the childlike wonder alive.

Guys, I know I said reach for new.

But how about on this eve of eves we reach for the old?

I don’t know what your old stories are, the ones you know by heart and grew up with.

Many people spout their favorite Christmas movies, whether it be glass-running John McClane in Die Hard or a binge on Lifetime/Hallmark Christmas movie reruns.

It’s A Wonderful Life.

Miracle on 34 ^th Street.

A more recent holiday movie that definitely hit classic status in most opinions is Love Actually.

All stories.

All wonderful the first 100 times we see them. That’s what makes them classics.

But there is also…

“’Twas The Night Before Christmas.”

“Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.”

“Frosty the Snowman.”

Yes, they are songs, too…but they were stories told to music.

But know what classic started as a book, long before CGI and Jim Carey contorted his everything…

How the Grinch Stole Christmas.

And how about..

A Christmas Carol?

Scrooge and Tiny Tim…

When was the last time you read these classics, the actual original words? 

Maybe touch again the holiday depths of why these stories live on today in our hearts.

So search your hearts (and the internet) to remind you of these classics. The written classics, and dive in. Relive the read. The original words.

See what all the fuss is about.

And then ask yourself – what are your classic favorites? The stories from your childhood or your anytime-hood when a book hit your Christmas list. Something that is not searchable except in your own memory and (I’m gonna say it again, and it still probably won’t be the last time) your heart.

What books and stories mean Christmas for you?

Find those, get them in hand, get your own Christmas treat plate (with leftovers for Santa) and read your classics. The old become new again.

The best Christmas book find of all.

Search your heart, you know it’s true.

Merry Christmas, Every One.