A seasonal high note

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Silk’s Post #65 — Christmas is not a one-note season. It has a lot of different moods.

There’s jolly, and hectic, and merry, and sentimental, and excited, and relaxed, and uplifted, and joyful … and sometimes even a little blue.

Right now, it’s late at night, I’m far behind on my Christmas “to-do” list (as I typically find myself every year) and my Christmas mood of the moment is reflective. And maybe a bit nostalgic.

They say Christmas is for kids, but really we’re all still kids somewhere in our hearts. Sometimes you have to dig pretty deep to find your inner child, but it’s there. It’s that part of you that still believes. Not just in Santa, but in everything. Every wonderful possibility, every kind of magic, every dream that might come true.

Personally, I stopped believing in Santa at a pretty young age – around five. Maybe I was born a Nancy Drew wannabe, but the evidence just mounted up and it led me to the inevitable conclusion. First, it was clear to me that our chimney would not accommodate a largish man whose belly was described as a bowl full of jelly. Even more problematic, how did he get into the houses and apartments that had no fireplaces at all? Were those kids to go toyless? There were many other clues, such as the obvious fact that there was more than one “Santa” swanning around, and the doubtful idea that he could fly around the whole world in a single night. (Strangely, I never questioned the reindeer-powered sleigh.)

Yet, for several years I went along with the Santa fiction, mainly because it seemed so important to my parents and grandparents and aunts and uncles that I believed. I actually remember not wanting to let them down. And now, 60 years later, I still think my instincts were right. Adults wish children to believe what they can no longer believe themselves. It reawakens their own hopes.

Some people feel Christmas has been ruined. Commercialized to death. It’s hard to defend the spectacle of the shopping stampede that the season of joy and peace has turned into. Others feel that the “true meaning” of Christmas as a celebration of the birth of Christ has been lost in the shuffle.

Now, I won’t touch the topic of Christmas being Christ’s birthday with a ten-foot pole. (If I stopped believing in Santa at five, I’ll leave it to your imagination what I believe about the coincidence of Jesus having been born at just exactly the same time as the celebration of the ancient pagan Saturnalia festival).

But I definitely do feel the spirituality of the season. It’s a time for us all to remember how to believe, how to hope, how to abandon our acquired fear of disappointment and care deeply about things that matter to us. About people we love, and even about people we can’t relate to … or might call our enemies.

Though I’ve taken a lifelong detour away from any organized religion, there’s one small part of the Bible that says it all for me. It’s called the Beatitudes and it comes from the Gospel of Matthew, at the beginning of the Sermon on the Mount. I remember every word because I once sang it as a solo with my 160-voice high school chorus behind me. You’ll remember it when you hear the opening words …

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”

Tonight I dug out the CD an old high school friend had made for me from the LP that was recorded of that performance back in 1966 (thanks, Bill). I was 17 when I sang this and I hadn’t listened to it in years.

It conveys all the hope I want to share with anyone who might be reading this. Here’s the audio file link if you’d like to listen, and I wish you the season of your own dreams.


“The Beatitudes”
North Shore High School Chorus – 1966

4:17 minutes

7 thoughts on “A seasonal high note

  1. What a wonderful Christmas ‘gift’. How marvellous that you have this fabulous recording to share with us. This just made my day and put me in just the right mindset to set out and complete the last few Christmas errands still on my list!

    Oh, and how do you feel about hitting ‘Sing-along-Sound-of-Music with me some time!?!

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  3. When my twin daughters were only five, they asked me (outside my wife’s presence) if some gifts with a sticker saying they were from Santa were really from their grandparents. I could never lie to my baby girls, so I said yes. Then they asked if some gifts with a sticker from Santa were from their aunt & uncle (my wife’s sister& her husband). Again, I said yes. They proceeded to methodically ask about my wife and I, and all other relatives and friends who might give them gifts, and each time, I answered yes. THEN they asked if there were any other gifts that would be signed “from Santa,” and I said no. They looked at each other like they’d uncovered a great mystery, and ran upstairs. I was so proud of my baby girls for their logical thought and systematic questioning.

  4. What a marvelous gift for all of us followers! You’ve kept your vocal talents a secret until now, but since you’ve come out of the closet you’ll be asked to give some live performances at our future meetings! Thanks a huge bunch for sharing this from a special part of your life.

  5. Thanks to everyone for your kind comments! Since I’m sooooo not ready for Christmas festivities tonight and tomorrow, I can’t reply to each individually today … but I wish one and all a beautiful holiday … one worthy of a song, some laughter, photos to remember it by, maybe a tear of joy or two. Enjoy!

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