Enjoying the very essence of Christmas
I have been enjoying the very essence of Christmas this month. First there was “White Christmas” at the Little Theatre, then “Lessons and Carols” at St. Joseph’s Catholic Church and, finally, the Philharmonic, all of them playing to overflow audiences.
What a satisfying feeling it was watching the “White Christmas” classic, knowing I shared fond memories with the other elders in the theater and, at the same time, watching the younger generations, many of whom had never heard of it, be introduced to something new they really enjoyed.
If you have never experienced “Lessons and Carols,” you must put it on your calendar for next year, though you might have to arrive a week early as the church is always packed to maximum capacity. This year seven different denominations joined to present the season’s music, and when the final carol — shared by voices, bells, brass, organ, piano, drums, cello, guitars, saxophone and flute — reached its last note, you could hardly breathe for the joy of it all.
Seeing the multitude of children performing at the Philharmonic’s Christmas concert gave me hope that music will not die as long as there are people like Laura Barkett to train and encourage. The entire evening was filled with beautiful music by the orchestra, fun and nostalgia, including audience participation.
Music is my “fulfiller.” However, people watcher that I am, I have noticed something strange. Many people frown when they sing. Short of those being forced to participate by desperate directors, it would seem that when one is singing something they love, they would be smiling. Maybe it’s because of extreme concentration or calling on the memory, and I’m sure no one realizes they are scowling through an entire song.
Now I am aware of how much of the world is walking around frowning. At the grocery people are particularly engaged in their missions and make their way throughout the store without ever making eye contact or giving a friendly nod.
I have been told more than once by family that I occasionally have a mean look on my face. Actually, they said “terrible” look. Being aware of this, I decided to face the mirror and find out what for me is a pleasant face. Let me tell you it is hard. If the eyes and mouth you have been given naturally turn down, you look mad. I think I have found what I feel is a pleasant look and am trying to train my face to remember it. If you see me and I look mad, remind me to smile.
It goes without saying this time of year is hectic. Bad things happen to good people, and our world is topsy-turvy right now. Try this: Just put a big smile on your face and pretend everything’s going to be OK. You can fool others, and you might even fool yourself. It actually makes you feel better.
May your holidays be full of caring, sharing, music and smiles — great big ones.
