Five morning thoughts on Christmas, Matt Damon, and the Federal Reserve.

1. He’s probably dead.

Following our daughter's loss of her first tooth last night, I informed her that the Tooth Fairy is dead and would not be stopping by, so not to expect any handouts overnight. She laughed, and I said just kidding, but seriously, his name is Phillip and he's on holiday, so expect nothing. Sorry. She laughed.

BTW, she looks adorable with wind whistling through the new doorway.

And she just lifted her pillow and one of Phillip's underlings left a thousand dollars or so under there. I hate inflation. Where are you now, Alan Greenspan?

2. Questions from our son last night.

A. Daddy what does coffee do to your body?
B. Daddy, are people in France good or bad?
C. Daddy, is Darth Maul ever good like Darth Vader?
F. Daddy, is Jesus real?
E. Daddy, what does "danke schoen" mean?
D. Daddy, does Ben-Hur have a spear?
C. Daddy, can I have a candy cane?
I have elected to not include all my responses.

3. Regarding Christmas cover songs.

I love Jewel's simple rendition of Blue Christmas. And Low's low-fi interpretation of Silent Night. And the children rum-rum-rumba-ing along with David Bowie & Bing Crosby's Little Drummer Boy.

And I really wish The Raveonettes would do a full Christmas album.

4. Matt, George, Joseph.

My daughter and I were looking at a photograph of me, Matt Damon, and George Clooney.

"Which one of us do you think is the most handsome?"
I asked her.
"I would say George Clooney."

She looked closely, and finally pointed at Mr. Damon.

"Good call," I said.

His jaw is a little square for my liking. Although I might be saying that because I'm envious, I'm not sure. I should get psychoanalysed sometime just for fun.