That was my daughter’s sassy little note to me. All in good fun, she was referring to the ever-popular “Music Party,” which will be on hiatus this year. It’s been a tradition since my children took up musical instruments in grade school. I started it so that other kids like mine (and me) could play the easy carols on their instruments, and because I grew up with my hundreds of relatives singing carols at my Grandma and Grandpa’s, and I missed that. (It seemed like hundreds, probably only 75 or so.)
At one point in the party history, we had two trumpets, two violins, accordion, saxophone, two guitars. As a by-product I now have myriad music stands. Anyone who didn’t have an instrument knew they would get the finger cymbals, cowbells, or drum. Lots of great food and cheerful banter.
I will miss the noise – not just the belting out of the dreaded “The 12 Days of Christmas,” or, me insisting on singing all five verses of “Good King Wenceslaus,” or me making my daughter sing, “Breath of Heaven.” I’ll miss the camaraderie, of course. Music illuminates the joy of the season.
We’ll rely on the songs of the angels this year, angelic and unfailing. (And I may be singing loud enough for all to hear anyway – ala Jovie in “Elf.”)
On the music theme, my memory is -Bill belting out “O Holy Night” in church, drowning out the choir. He was tolerated since he came to church only once a year. Thanks Rene, for opening up a Happy Memory. Happy Holidays to you, and POM. Love June