I love that album I saw and grabbed right off the bat for 10$.

The Christmas tree is now lovely.  I love hearing the young nuns voices chanting. It fills me with glee and joy and peace. And gratitude. 

Billy buddy boy is curled up, drying off from our coffee break walk, next to me on the red couch. The nuns are heard continuously. It does not feel like we are alone at all with that musical religious puja.

Every house across from us has a TON of Noel lights so I have a nice view from my patio door at the front. I truly love Noel like mad, because it hurts a lot in nostalgia each december. Yet I am so thankful for Christmas. I feel alive for having grown with this traditional chritsian tradition.  Christians are only saints and buddhist become enlightened. One view on it anyway from my own personal story. Christianity is a story , a holy story, of martyrdom. Buddhism is a story of healing beyond suffering and seeing only Love and compassion and wisdom wherever we look thanks to merit and meditation.