Traditionally, I am not the first to bust out the Christmas albums the day after Thanksgiving. Christmas music has a small place in my heart for the hours in which I am caroling (or others are caroling to me). This year, for whatever reason, I have been filled with the Christmas cheer and been wanting to sing Christmas carols all day. Is this a sign of aging? Christmas carols, I have realized, are extremely sweet. Have you ever looked at the lyrics? I am in love with the lyrics for "Let It Snow." They make me want to snuggle up next to someone on a couch, with blankets, warm coffee, and a fire roaring. Who could resist the verse "When we finally kiss goodnight, How I'll hate going out in the storm! But if you'll really hold me tight, All the way home I'll be warm."
Something picturesque recently happened to me while listening to Christmas music. Sunday afternoon, my roommate and I listened to Christmas music while we studied our separate subjects. Even though we were doing our own thing, we both randomly belted out sections of the songs. I can't describe why that put joy in my heart, but it did. We were both more positive and hopeful for the near future, when we'd be in our hometowns with friends and family.
There is just something about Bing Crosby singing "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas" that makes me feel 5-years-old again, anxiously awaiting Christmas morning. The next time you throw on Pandora, click one of their special Holiday mixes, and sing yourself into the past with the wonderful lyrics and tunes.
Good idea ... I'll do that right now! :) Katie
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