With apologies to Pachelbel, I give you Uncle Barb, doing his best to spread Christmas cheer.
For many many years one of the last things I did on Christmas Eve night was to walk a few steps out my front door and enter the front door of a darkened church building.
I would feel the cold brick wall as I made my way to the front and the piano. By turning on just the piano light, I could find my way to the plug for a few of the trees that lit up the front. While sitting at the piano, I could still see the lights at my home, and clearly remember everything that I still had to do.
But, the time at the piano was mine.
Opening the bench I would find the music for all of my favorite Christmas songs. Mostly, I would open the hymn book to the Christmas section and play straight through from "O Come, O Come, Emmanuel" to "We Three Kings", stopping to read the verses and readings placed between the songs.
Now I again have a piano at my house. Two, actually. They are both dreadfully out of tune, but that is usually how I like my Christmas music. A touch 'home-spun' sounding.
Tonight I hope to sit down at my own piano with my favorite Christmas music in front of me and play until the notes dance off the page and I remember:
"Yet pealed the bells more loud and deep:
God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,
With peace on earth, good will to men."
(i'll put the cat down for the night first.)
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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