I was driving the other day – either to class or work – and listening to Christmas music, as is my custom, beginning on November 1 and on through January 8 (dates arbitrarily chosen and immortalized in my personal life as tradition, since, oh about 2007 or so).
I was driving through some beautiful orangey and reddish leaves, recently fallen on the pavement. My car went through them, just as a gust of wind blew them into a swirl in front of my windshield – like the wind and the leaves were doing a little happy dance!
At the very same moment, the Happy Christmas Chord in “It’s The Most Wonderful Time of the Year” swelled loud and clear through my speakers, and I had a little spiritual experience, all my own, as the music touched my soul, the wind blasting through my window struck my senses, and the collective experience touched my heart.
The Happy Christmas Chord is something I refer to as a particularly climactic point in any Christmas song, that fills me with anticipation for: being with family, picking out and cutting down a Christmas tree, decorating said tree, cider and wassail, pies and “Christmas smell:” a pot of simmering water with orange and lemon slices, whole cloves and cinnamon sticks, which simmers all holiday long on the stove.
The Happy Christmas Chord makes winter bearable for me, what with the sun going down at 6PM! It reminds me of fireside marshmallow roastings at Grandaddy and Grandmother’s house, family viewings of “A Muppet Christmas Carol,” and my sister’s and my slumber parties by the fireplace, in the warm glow of the Christmas tree.
I love to listen to Christmas music when the weather gets cold, because I love to be reminded through music of these very tangible and important memories. The Happy Christmas Chord keeps them fresh on my mind, and helps me remember what is important, in this season of winter (which I HATE).
The Happy Christmas Chord helps me to be thankful: for my family, my house, my doggies and kitties, my bed, heat, etc…
and enhances everyday experiences like walking from classroom to car in the brisk chilly air, grocery shopping and getting distracted by the pretty pumpkins and cinnamon brooms,
or driving through the swirling, brightly colored fall leaves.