Yesterday, I made fruitcake. It was not as hard as I thought it would be. And it made my house smell amazing. You should try it, too.
There have been a lot of retrospectives written on Love, Actually this year. The Atlantic hates it. Mother Jones loves it. Jezebel makes fun of it. Having just watched it again last night as I do every year, I have my own issues with it: that “Colin goes to America” plotline is absolutely abysmal, a
I have a real love for Christmas specials. Or, to be more accurate, Christmas episodes. If you gave me the choice between an unknown Christmas movie and a Christmas episode of The West Wing, I’d choose the latter every single time. I watch “A Very Supernatural Christmas” every year around this time. I like what
Willie K. is a native Hawaiian performer of no small popularity, and he is also my favourite carol singer (next to Frank Sinatra). Please to enjoy his rendition of “O Holy Night,” which I look forward to all year: Willie K’s version is also called Po Hemolele, and I probably know it better than I