I Listen To Dead People

The first of December and all through the house, you can see signs of Christmas. Time to pull out the decorations and try to get into the seasonal cheer. For me, it starts with my Christmas music.

  Many, many years ago, one Christmas when my husband and I were first married, I pulled out all my favorite Christmas albums, Elvis, The Carpenters, Jack Benny, it went on and on. Because Christmas is my favorite time of year, I had all the old classics.

   As we were decorating the house, my husband asked me, "Why do we just have dead people music?"

"I don't know", I said.

So he goes out and buys the latest, hottest Christmas album, Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton's "Once Upon a Christmas."

I tried to like it... but it was, well, new.... and those people weren't dead yet. It just didn't have the same meaning.

 It is interesting to me how nostalgic we become as we get older. Christmas becomes a time of looking back, clinging to some comfort we might have had as a child. Those old familiar songs take me back to a seemingly simpler time, when Christmas was magical and the mystery of it all brought unspeakable joy.   

 Today as I write this, I have my nonstop Christmas music playing. It's the best from the 40's to the 60's. I guess it makes me nostalgic, or weird. But I like the old stuff. 

So, ......is Kenny Rogers dead yet?


My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him. Psam 28:7