|a small part of the group singing carols: united in peace, joy, and love|
This must be how people celebrated Christmas long ago, I thought. The warmth of hundreds of years of relationships spread through me. People gathered with friends and neighbors to re-connect and celebrate with food, stories, and carols. I felt like this group and this house could be one of the happy lighted buildings in the old-fashioned village under Harry and Barbara's tree. We look just like a Norman Rockwell scene! Warmth and light and joy and love.
|Was the party one of these little lit buildings brought to life?|
My husband and I were the youngest people at the party by at least 20 years, but we never feel out of place with our alumni band friends. Especially last night. We felt happy and fortunate to be welcomed into an old-fashioned Christmas celebration full of tradition. Sure, the food was made with electric ovens and microwaves, and the song lyrics were printed off the internet for those who didn't know all the words, but the atmosphere was timeless. Maybe someday we will carry on the tradition of a Christmas carol party with future generations of band alumni! A scene like this must live on, in more than just prints and figurines.