the christmas song

It can’t be a coincidence. All I want for Christmas, Jingle Bells and I’m dreaming of a White Christmas were all composed in the middle of summer. The Christmas Song wasn’t born under a cold starry, starry night either. ‘Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack frost nipping at your nose. Yuletide carols being sung by a choir. And folks dressed up like eskimos.’ It all came into this world on a hot California summer day……click here for the full article published in America Magazine’s winter 2019 edition