It Doesn’t Often Snow at Christmas
For the remainder of this week, I am writing a series on specific Christmas songs and the memories they invoke for me. It’s unapologetically the holiday I celebrate, though I enjoy reading and hearing about others in the spectrum. Throughout the week, please leave your favorite songs from the daily genre in the comments. At the end of the week, I will draw a name, and the winner will receive a CD or download of one of the genres mentioned to enjoy next year (and I will up the ante with some Cootchie Hooch.) The more you comment, the greater your chance to win.
I fear MTM almost called off the whole wedding bells business over my adoration of Elton John. He cannot stand him. Me? Well, let’s just say I almost cried when I got to tour a shoe factory in Northamptonshire and saw several pairs of his brighly colored brogues on display. Fairy dust of Sir Elton‘s things fluttered around me in the circle of shoe life. I actually had a conversation with Simon, our guide, about having a pair of Sir Eltons crafted for me. When he named the price, I had to come down in time and realize the utter preposterousness of such a discussion in the first place.
Hard times call for desperate measures. A couple of years ago, MTM sought a Christmas collection that wasn’t like anything else I possessed, something that would scream ‘the one’ to him. A colorful cover danced into his sightlines, and he decided to let the bad blood between him and Sir Elton go once and forever. He bought me Elton John’s Christmas Party and brought it home with a look of utter sacrifice on his face.
The weight of the world lifted from my shoulders as I pressed Play. Except for the Flaming Lips, the whole collection was the antithesis of anything MTM would ever, EVER choose, while it sent me into a reverie of big hair and high school. Some of my favorite times from teenagerdom happened while Sir Elton or The Pet Shop Boys boogied in the background.
And, lo! The Pet Shop Boys were on the CD, too, returning me to the paradise of being young, my life uncharted before me. It Doesn’t Often Snow at Christmas became my surprise Christmas anthem, the song I never thought I’d like that I play year-round.
Do you have a surprise Christmas favorite?
Is there a song you can’t believe you sing every holiday, one that you connect with on some deeper level or place in your past? Share your selections today in a comment.