After steady work on the Organ Sonata, this morning I've taken a fresh look at the Credo. If it were the sort of thing to be governed by planning, I'm not sure I would have planned to set the text Crucifixus etiam pro nobis to-day, but questions of the composer's intent aside, this is the appointed day, and feels like entirely the right day.
Doesn't feel especially like Christmas. The garish musical "cheer" blaring for a backdrop to the inevitable Salvation Army "Santa" at North Station seems like a tawdry parody. Between the horror in Connecticut, and the criminal Congressional buffoonery when a national fiscal crisis looms, the strains of pop music Christmas jive sound tinnier and emptier than ever.