The opening chords started to play and the voices lifted up into the night in a perfect harmony.
It began with the classics because the very best is always the first place to start. We all watched as if we were in a trance as the chorus came together.
Oh tidings of comfort and joy. Comfort and joy.
Some sang along. It was hard not to. Music just has a way of doing that.
The singers looked out among us. What was going through their minds, I wondered? Were they past the butterfly moments of singing after so many hours of practice?
They had to be. Each one had a smile as bright as the lights on a newly decorated Christmas tree.
There are angels singing.
And there are bells ringing.
O that we were there!
The little girl in front of me couldn’t have been much older than my own 3 year old tucked in bed at home. She was dancing around in her red dress with her hair flying around. I smiled at her but she did that thing that little ones do and shyly hid behind her mother. It brought me back to when I stood so close to my own mom during church and her beautiful voice would sing out next to me.
Glo-o-o-o-oria in excelsis Deo.
I did not inherit her talent so at this point I was really just in my own lip syncing contest standing by my friends singing next to me who inherited better genes than I did.
Later, the room became quiet. We held our drinks and waited as she leaned into the microphone and looking out at us, she spoke.
“What is your Christmas story?”
Hope. Love. Forgiveness. Friendship.
Her eyes stayed on all of us as she shared her meaningful words. The bar seemed to be so still as almost everyone nodded their heads up and down in agreement. Even the bartender was listening. Going on, she smiled from the stage and shared a story as we all listened.
A Christmas story can be one of kindness. One of joy and even survival. My friend who had invited me was waiting for a phone call telling her that a new grandchild was on his way. I knew that so many in the room there had faced many life challenges this past year as well as having experienced some amazing events. Everyone who had been invited that night was a friend or family member with the singers. It was a room full of love. Sort of like the original Christmas story in some meaningful ways if you really think about it.
The music began to play again. Watching a talented musician play a saw created a melody that was enchanting. We were amazed. The voices of the men and women began in harmony again as different solos were sung and the chorus of others came together. I loved every minute of it.
The little girl in front of me turned around again and smiled as she twirled away.
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight.
Kindness is something that happens more often than we sometimes see. Family always remains important. Friendships mean the world. Little things can be the biggest moments in our lives. We hold onto memories that keep us going for one reason or another.
Silent Night softly begins to play and I think back to when I used to go to Christmas Eve services with my mom. The congregation would all light candles as the lights in the church would go out. It was always my favorite part of the service.
Isn’t it amazing how music can take you so many places in your heart?
The piano plays a different melody and the voices take on a different tone. The night is coming to an end and the magic of this talented group will forever be a part of our Christmas story.
Well… until the next year when we will all meet again.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas.
- All bold/italic print are lyrics from the songs.
To all of my readers, whatever you celebrate, I wish you joy, laughter, good health, and happiness! Thank you for always being so supportive of me!
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