This article was published in The Blackburnian on Dec. 13, 1952. The author is not listed.
Ah! That time of year is again upon us—a time when our thoughts tend to wander off on the lighter side of life. We feel buoyant, joyful and we sit and think of home, and our thoughts traverse the many miles of separation, and we know that come what may, this season and all it stands for will belong to us always. It is a time of self-reflection and examination, and we all somehow find it easy and desirable to follow the age-old precedent of giving and praying freely, joyfully, and thankfully.
Lifting melodies such as “Jingle Bells” and “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” ride the air; tinsel and brightly colored bulbs greet us everywhere and we realize how nice it would be if the Christmas spirit would last year round! This is a time of perpetual forgiveness. We even go so far as to forgive our down-the-hill neighbor for allowing the shocking and dorm vibrating words, “I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus” to escape from his modernized crystal set. This is a great time for studying and concentrating. Some concentrate on how to decorate their rooms, while others study methods and means of making December 18 seem closer.
Among the ever popular tunes during this season is one which is every ‘Burnian’s theme song: “I’ll Be Home for Christmas if Only in My Dreams.” It would be difficult to find a song more apropos to a ‘Burnian these days. Whether home be Hawaii, Okinawa, New York or Carlinville, each will be there physically or mentally to join in celebrating the climax to this best of all seasons; a time of peace on earth, good will toward men.
Merry Christmas.