On Christmas eve my family would sing carols. We had little red books with music in them which I cherish to this day, like relics from the past full of magic and memories. We belted out all the classics with great enthusiasm. My favorite was Away in a Manger. I can’t carry a tune or hit a note for the life of me, but I loved being part of the ritual, part of the music. I swear those feelings are embedded in my core, so that when I hear the old songs I remember those nights with my family, and the joy of us all being together.
O Holy Night was reserved for my sister, who opened a children’s Christmas concert singing it solo. She has a sweet clear voice that reaches those impossibly high notes and makes you feel like you’re looking into heaven. When I hear it I think of her.
And so I looked up a few renditions of the song today. You know they do a pretty good job (i.e., The Celtic Women and Nana Mouskouri) but no one can sing it as sweetly to my ear as my sister.
and in French:
Wishing you a season filled with wonderful memories of Christmases past, mingling with new memories of Christmas now.
(Note: this post was inspired by Emma`s My Favorite Christmas Songs and Films)