Today I attended a luncheon which was followed by a sing-along of all the old familiar Christmas carols. The songfest was accompanied by a member on our wonderful old Austen organ. Instead of sitting in the pews, we were invited to sit in the choir loft which faces the organ. Some of the participants were given jingle bells to play along with the appropriate songs.
Together we sang secular and traditional Christmas hymns. At first some were a bit shy about singing. “My voice is not good.” “I’d rather listen.” “I hope no one is recording this.” These were some of the comments as we began. Soon inhibitions faded and we were singing our hearts out. Here Comes Santa Claus, We Need a Little Christmas, The Chipmunk Song, Silver Bells followed by Hark the Herald Angels Sing, Silent Night and Away in a Manger. And there were others, all sung with gusto and we journeyed down Christmas memory lane on this 13th day of Advent.
There is nothing like music to bring back the memories of Christmases past. As this was a “senior” event, imagine the many memories collected in one place! We sing because it feels good. It calms our hearts and warms those legendary cockles, which, my research tells me, is the very core of our being. Amen. Who can sing Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and not be transported back to when you heard it on the radio as a kid then sang it over and over until you were asked to “Please! Change tunes!” Or when your sang it to or with your the children in your life or it became an earworm you couldn’t shake upon hearing it at the mall?
During advent music is truly the theme music of our lives as we make the journey through this time of year. We expect it. We long for it. We join in. And we feel comforted to know it will always be with us this time of year. How, indeed, can we keep from singing?