The Joy of Christmas Programs Past

I was feeling kind of bad that I hadn’t finished my Christmas Pasts … I mean there are so many good memories:

School Christmas programs the kids were in all through the years: I don’t want to get too particular (because they were all unique and special no matter how many we went to) but one program really stands out in my mind when I could smell something like electrical wires melting just prior to the kids walking in to the auditorium. I wondered why my daughter hadn’t combed her hair one final time before the program started because although one side of it seemed styled pretty, the other seemed sort of all over the place. It wasn’t until after the show that she told me her hair had caught on fire from the candles they were holding and it was all melted together on one side because of the hair spray. (That was what I smelled … my daughter on fire!) I think that was the last time they used real candles in any of the programs.

When my children were young we used to love to visit the nursing homes where we would deliver treats and sing Christmas carols. In Blanding we used to go with other families and do a live performance of the nativity. In St. George we used to take our children’s singing group, The Music Makers, who would perform. The residents loved the singing and especially to see the children.

I sang in a sextet for years that would be very involved in programs through the holidays. It was the only group I ever got to sing with because the rest of the time I was the accompanist. We always came away from each performance, whether as a child or as an adult, with joyful hearts for having taken the time to practice and share our talents. When my mother got older and was at a facility for a short time I was able to see it all from the other side as I saw the joy it brought to my mother to benefit from programs that were taken there.

Playing or directing or singing in the ward choir was a huge part of my life until about ten years ago when my lungs and arthritis interfered. Now I am one of the “listeners”.

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