If you've been around long enough, you might remember some of the Christmas "novelty" songs that I'm thinking don't get played much around this time of year anymore.

Many have moved in to take their place, like "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer," which my wife absolutely detests, and of course there are others.

But when was the last time you heard "The Christmas Goose" or "I Yust Go Nuts at Christmas?" They are among several done with a Scandinavian accent that, truth be known, sounds like some of my older relatives when I was a kid. Norwegians and Swedes, they spoke the native language when they were young, and some of the accents stayed with them.

I told you all of that to tell you this: Every year I try not to go nuts at Christmas.

Of course, it's not easy, even for the husband whose wife does most of the shopping, although Sharon and I each  have Christmas card lists.

But still, I try really hard to remember the true meaning of the season. As I said yesterday, this is about the birth of our Savior.

In the final analysis, nothing else matters. I can still tear up when I'm watching "A Charlie Brown Christmas" and Linus stands on that little stage, cites the passages from the Gospel of Luke and finishes with "That's what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown."

You've maybe heard or read that Charles Schulz fought hard for the lines to be included, and I would say that if he hadn't, we wouldn't still be watching the program today.

It's taken me a long time and many words (big surprise there) to get to this: Try not to go nuts at Christmas.

Buy the gifts, send the cards, do all the Christmas-y things. But when you're with family and friends, remember the baby in the manger.

That's what Christmas is all about.