This isn't much of a diary. I watched the cold opening of Saturday Night Live (i.e. before the credits). The show opened with a children's choir on stage, all dressed in red robes, singing Silent Night a capella.
A moment of class amid the recent turmoil.
Tears streamed. On a commercial break, I rewound the DVR recording and watched that again. More tears streamed.
In these moments, SNL, a comedy program, can be counted upon to say something simple, yet meaningful. They said it tonight.
Thank you Lorne, and associates.
The rest of the show is going very well. Martin Short hosting, and his opening segment was good. Everybody is there. Paul Shaffer. Kristen Wiig. Tom Hanks. Sam Jackson. Jimmy Fallon. Alec Baldwin. Paul McCartney.
I haven't laughed so hard in a long time, at the sketch doing a takeoff on A Charlie Brown Christmas that we all know and love. Featuring Bill Hader as Al Pacino as Charlie Brown. A disfunctional Charlie Brown Christmas, as it turns out. Like I said, I haven't laughed out loud like this in a long time.
Thank you Lorne, and associates.