With family, with memories, with the songs that have accompanied us all our lives. But also — and this is something I’ve learned thanks to this blog — with people I may never meet in person, yet with whom I share the very same emotion.
This year, my Christmas wish is meant especially for you, eltonites.
For those who arrived here looking for a specific song and ended up staying to read a story.
For those who commented, wrote, corrected, shared memories, old posts and new ones.
For those who love music not only for how it sounds, but for what it means.
Elton John has taught us many things throughout his career: to exaggerate without shame, to be fragile without asking permission, to dress in color when the world feels grey. But above all, he has taught us that a song can become a refuge, a confession, a home.
This blog was born almost as a personal exercise — a way of organizing songs, dates, and curiosities — and it has become something far greater than I ever imagined. It has turned into a shared space, an open conversation, a small community united by melodies, lyrics, and memory.
From the bottom of my heart, I want to thank all the eltonites who have taken part in Eltonites Day, whose passion and generosity gave real meaning to that celebration. I am deeply grateful as well to all the artists, musicians, and singers from the Elton John universe who have so kindly devoted their time to us through this blog, sharing their voices, memories, and stories.
And finally, I owe an enormous debt of gratitude to my sources of inspiration — my masters and guides along the way: Claude Bernardin, Keith Hayward, John F. Higgins, George Matlock, Liz Rosenthal, Tom Stanton, Stephan Heimbecher, and especially Jim Turano, whose generosity, knowledge, and trust have been a constant source of motivation and inspiration.
My Christmas wish is not a grand one.
I’m not asking for exclusives, scoops, or more visits (although those are always welcome 😉).
What I truly wish is that we never lose the ability to listen:
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to listen to a song as if it were the first time,
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to listen to a lyric as if someone were speaking directly to our soul,
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to listen to one another, with respect and passion.
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May this little corner continue to be a place where nostalgia is not sadness, but celebration.
And may we press play again with the same excitement as that first record that changed our lives.
Merry Christmas, eltonites.
Thank you for being here.
Thank you for reading.
Thank you for feeling.
— Miquel aka jack rabbit
Picture by Júlia 12 years old
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