Not a creature was stirring….

Years ago I lived for a while in a second-floor apartment on West 19th Street between 8th and 9th avenues in New York City, in a neighborhood I could hardly afford then and couldn’t dream of affording now. Out the back door was a little porch which faced the rear of┬áSt. Peter’s Episcopal Church, which was built in the early 19th century on land donated by Clement Clark Moore, who served at various times at the church’s warden, vestryman and organist, and was — of course — the author of the famous poem “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” read here by Father Christmas himself, Robert Zimmerman aka Bob Dylan:


The Christmas blues

Here’s ol’ Bob Dylan singing about he’s been afflicted with a bad case of the Christmas blues…

The Christmas star dimmed

It’s not easy to diminish Christmas. But Christmas star shines just a little less brightly this year in a world that’s lost Pete and Toshi Seeger.