I couldn’t find the item. I left. No joy to the cash register from me. Christmas morning 2019, I walked into the kitchen and turned on the radio to a CBC Saskatchewan station. What did I hear? “Here Comes the Sun.” Yes, sun. With all due respect to the musical talent of The Beatles, I nevertheless turned off the radio. About the second week of Advent 2020, I heard a radio announcer say, “If you’re tired of Christmas music .” What Christmas music? All I’d heard were so-called country and western with performers using a redneck Texan language. “Mah wahf and ah ain’t gunna see each other nomo and it’s all ona count uf you.”