A Christmas Hallelujah
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.
(For those of you wondering which one of us has family in Canada, neither of us do. Our secret to a happy marriage is not spending family holidays with family.)
Christmas Day, we tune in to Radio Classique Montreal. They always broadcast a version of the complete Handel‘s Messiah. (To download the best one ever, follow this link to the Dunedin Consort’s Grammy-winning version.) Without Handel, Christmas is incomplete. The whole pomp of it has come to represent the day for me.
We listen to the Christmas speech by Queen Elizabeth II, recorded prior to her decampment to Sandringham House and broadcast on Christmas Day. Always, we order room service, sometimes breakfast and dinner, others breakfast only. Movies are always on the agenda. This Christmas, MTM is suffering through the entire BBC version of Pride and Prejudice. I take a bath or two. We nap, and we watch the snow fall. With all my being, I try to beat MTM at cards and Yahtzee.
We never leave the room. Nue de Noel is the only way to celebrate the day. If you’re around today, please share your Christmas traditions in the comments.