Window Twelve
Another classic from Bing Crosby - The Christmas Song
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Window No. 17
Just a short post today. When I was a child, we rarely had snow at Christmas. We might see a bit of the white stuff in November perhaps or on my birthday in January but the 25th of December was usually just, well, wet. The reality of snow now I'm a parent isn't half as romantic and magical as it was when I was a child but I can still dream.
Window No. 13
This was my daughter's school carol concert at the local Asda. We walked them down, in the rain, and stood bedraggled, shivering and dripping as our young ones began to sing. As we listened to them, thirty nine year olds belting out 'Little Donkey' to bemused shoppers, something interesting happened. We (parents and teachers) forgot that we were cold. We didn't notice the draught of air that shook us every time the entrance doors slid open. Strangers racing round the store, stopped, joined us, dropped a coin in the bucket held by one of the children. As a body, we let the festive music fill our moment. However cynical and bah-humbuggish we may be about festive joy and yuletide spirit, not many of us can go uninfected by the music of Christmas. From 'God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen' to 'Silent Night' to 'Fairytale of New York', there's a festive song for everyone.