If You See Something, Say Something

Something! Something! I Say.

By Caitlin Hawke

If this picture tells a story, clearly the Norad Santa Tracker doesn't get an underground signal when the poor guy is forced to straphang like the rest of us.

Readers, whether you are flipping latkes tonight on the first evening of the festival of lights, or trimming your tree, or airing grievances and showing off your mighty strength around the festivus pole, here's to a fine farewell to the Year That Will Not Soon Be Forgotten.

To sing us out, below I am enlisting Manhattan's own "Maccabeats." They never get old.

Enjoy!  And make sure to scroll down for a "hidden track" -- a gift from me to you for being there.

Lots more blog to come.... Thanks for reading.

This straphanging Santa is awfully sooty for a town with few chimneys...

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And a lagniappe -- or hidden track -- for those aware of my Dylan admiration.  No, not his polka-infused rendition of "Must Be Santa."  But rather a dramatic reading of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's wistful Civil War era Christmas poem reminding us that hate may mock the song of "peace on earth, good-will to men," that "wrong" shall fail, that "right" shall prevail.

Hear that 2017? I am looking at you.