Children Listen
Submitted by hecate on Tue, 12/21/2021 - 12:31amI’m thinking tonight about the song “White Christmas.” Which celebrates snow, and that day most sacred to Christians. Except it was written by a Hebrew, ensconced in snowless southern California.
The song, it came to the Hebrew—Irving Berlin—from out of the night. Where all the best things, always, come.
The next morning, he said to a secretary, "I want you to take down a song I wrote over the weekend. Not only is it the best song I ever wrote, it's the best song anybody ever wrote."
Like so many of the bald, bold-ass, tall tales of the Americans: if this is not true, it ought to be.






