The three-year-old choir children twirled and giggled as they were led in a knot of single-file to the carpeted steps at the front of the church. Perfect Shirley Temple curls were accentuated with red and green ribbon. Sprays of plastic berries and twinkling tinsel erupted from shimmering outfits.
And, of course, there were the obligatory boys.
Music informs more of this blog than I let on. When poor MTM met me, my biggest collection of music was of the Christmas variety: crooners, classical, swing, alternative. You name it; I have it.
For the balance of the month of December, I'm going to chronicle Christmas songs in my collection. Yeah, I've done it before.
Some will be repeats, and others will be brand new.
And, there's something in it for YOU.
What. does it mean to create?
For me, it means claustrophobic crowds.
A pool with a view. Drinks that involved gin. Music from the 1980s.
Such was our anniversary.
Identifying the 80s bands became a game for us. Without the aid of Google, our beleaguered brains got quite a workout.
One my most cherished memories is of riding in the backseat of the car. It was dark outside, my view of the starlit sky interrupted by headlight beams whizzing by on the other side of the road.