Tonight we watched A Charlie Brown Christmas. I love that show and I still get chills when I hear Linus reading the Christmas story.
Though I think only Blake and I made it to the end of the little half-hour special — Jill being fatigued and my daughters unimpressed with mid 20th century production values and the slower-paced demand on new-millenium attention spans — I still consider this little show the jewel among all Christmas specials.
Lord Jesus, thank You so much for coming to our rescue. We were so lost . . .
Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown.