I am a lover of music. I love all music, well not maybe all music, but at least 98.5 percent of it. This time of the year, Christmas tunes are my favorite. I love them all, and I can say that with 100 percent certainty.
Today when I was driving down my street, Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer came on my radio. That song always takes me back to when I was a little girl on the farm. As I listened to Gene Autry, sing that famous song, memories of our Christmas tree with the large brightly colored bulbs came to mine. Those bulbs were so hot they would instantly burn your skin if you accidentally touched one.
I thought about the tinsel ( we called it rain) hanging meticulously on the branches. I loved how it shimmered from the lights. The aroma from the tree filled, every inch of the room and meandered throughout the whole house. I long for that fragrance that filled my Christmas with joy for many years.
As I continued driving, All I Want For Christmas is You by Vince Vance came on, and like a teenager, I had to up the volume. Now I know it’s not a good thing for my ears; however, that song speaks to me. Every time I hear it, I think of my family, particularly my children and grandchildren. As I am getting a bit older, I find my Christmas list is getting shorter. I long for more time with each one who I love so dearly. My list to oldest daughter went something like this: one pair of black socks, time, Iris and Lily book 2, time. I think you get the idea. This week the others will be getting their lists with the same “time” written between a few suggestions.
As I made a turn, into the packed parking lot of Wegmans, Bing Crosby crooned, White Christmas, and once again, I had to join in and sing a duet, or at least I tried with Bing. As I parked the car, Bing and I were really singing our hearts out. I sat there and thought about all the people who Bing touched with that beautiful song. Just at the moment, Bing finished then, Dominick the Donkey came on. I listened for a few seconds before turning off my car. Now, that was a mistake. It was enough time to get the tune stuck in my head. So, as I shopped for last-minute items for Thanksgiving, Dominick followed me up and down the aisles. That donkey haunted me for the rest of the afternoon. Catchy little tune, but enough already!
Bags in the car, key in the ignition, radio on and Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree was playing. Now that is an excellent swaying song to sing to. However, since I was driving the only thing swaying was my head. My duet with Brenda went a lot better than Bing. We hit every note and every word. I’d give us a ten!
As I was getting closer to my street, The Christmas Song caught my attention. Chestnuts roasting on an opening, fire, Jack Frost nipping at your nose. Yuletide carols being sung by a choir….. I have a funny feeling that you dear reader, are either humming the tune or picking up where I left off. Nat King Cole another of my favorites, always pulls me in with that song. I loved it.
I turned on to my street as a commercial played but tuned it out. As I pulled in to my driveway, another song started to play. What’s that I hear? Could it be? Yes, it is! Elvis is in the car! Once again, a duet, I’ll have a blue Christmas without you… I think I’ll sit in my car for a minute or two, or longer. I’m sure the vanilla ice cream will be just fine.
Yes, I do love Christmas music. The words fill my heart with happiness and my brain with tunes that will be playing over and over again, but I don’t care. I say, bring on the music!
My name is Cynthia Jean DeLuca. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. I believe in following your dreams and never giving up! Helping others is very important to me, for when we help others, we help ourselves. It is my hope to make a difference in the lives of children and grown-ups. My hobbies are writing, quilting and painting. I am a novice at all three but, enjoy them immensely. I grew up on a farm with no indoor plumbing and no heat in our upstairs. I love life and have a very strong faith. Working on inspirational short stories for grown- ups. Love to speak on topics that touch my heart.
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