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Kind of Christmas
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I wrote this piece for a friend of mine who was struggling with the "right" way to celebrate the holidays, when they didn't feel particularly safe with their biological family and couldn't afford anything like a "Hallmark Christmas" for themself or their friends. (As I was thinking of the kind of Christmas I wished for them, I realized it sounded pretty good to me too.) There are melodic quotations from at least five well-known Christmas songs hidden in here. (Do we still call them "Easter Eggs"?) Can you catch them all?
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A quiÂet time with ones you love,
withÂout a thought for what’s beneath the tree.…
It’s dark outÂside. The earth is cold.
But in this house, you’re safe with famÂiÂly.
Around the room you see all your favorite faces,
though they don’t all resemÂble your own.
And in the still of this silent night,
you know for more than sure you’re not alone.
BunÂdled up in misÂmatched clothes,
and singing songs whose words you don’t quite know.…
NothÂing here is perÂfect, but
there’s no place else on earth you’d rather go.
The fairy tales about angels, kings, and shepÂherds
fill those younger than you with delight.
And someÂhow the thought of that litÂtle town
works magÂic on your jadÂed heart tonight.
Immanuel: Even here, even now, you’re not alone.
Not a place, but a presÂence, makes this home.
And though someÂtimes you forÂget,
Immanuel: SomeÂthing greater than the lies you’ve heard is true.
You have a home, no matÂter what you do.
And you know it, too.
That’s the kind of ChristÂmas I wish for you.
You share a glance, a bashÂful smile,
and yesterday’s regrets disÂsolve away.
WoundÂed pride and hurtÂful words,
they matÂter less than famÂiÂly today.
You start to see the full valÂue of forÂgiveÂness,
and you promise to do, or to try.
And with those words, you find, in the bleak midÂwinÂter,
that the stars all shine brighter in the sky.
Immanuel: Even here, even now, you’re not alone.
Not a place, but a presÂence, makes this home.
And though someÂtimes you forÂget,
Immanuel: SomeÂthing greater than the lies you’ve told is true.
You have a home, no matÂter what you do.
And you know it, too.
That’s the kind of ChristÂmas—
a holy kind of ChristÂmas—
that’s the kind of ChristÂmas I wish for you.
©2018 David M. GlasÂgow (ASCAP)
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