Please have snow, and mistletoe
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
Ok, so yesterday and today I have been listening to big time holiday music.
This morning as I drove in to work, singing along, I sang about snow while noticing the raging rainstorm pelting my windshield.
You know what…given where and how I was raised, and even where I live now, most of these traditional holiday songs are truly meaningless to me.
Rarely was there snow on the ground at Christmas in Albuquerque. If there was (once, I think) it was melted before the day was out.
No where in the collection of holiday songs is the singer lamenting for Christmas of their youth were it was 65 and sunny.
Or having tamales to eat on Christmas Eve.
Or plucking a piñon tannenbaum out of the pile for 15 bucks a piece at the flea market.
Or filling paper bags with sand.
No, the “east coast bias” that applies to sports seems to infiltrate the holiday as well.
Heck, in my new digs, Christmas is about rain. And crab (tis crab season, yum!).
Where’s the song for that?
Doesn’t exist!
I *could* feel bad that the east coasters get snow and fabulous Macy’s windows filled with displays and thus they get to understand the true meaning of the old standards.
But I don’t. I wouldn’t trade my own memories for all the Fa La La La La in the world.
