Getting Real at Christmas
Warning: A decidedly non-tango Christmas Reflection, only for the spiritually strong at heart.
We cling desperately to the conviction that life should be pain free and all our misadventures have a happy ending and our wayward wanderings end at a Howard Johnson’s. We have problems with real, especially when it comes to birth and death and all the messy points in between. Which is why we attempt to rescript everything Bethlehemish.
P.S. I could very easily, (and often do), draw a parallel reflection from the destitute conditions in which the Tango was born. Think about it.