My mother also had a lot of sheet music of secular Christmas songs. My favorites to sing every year were "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus," "All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth," and "I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas." Even hearing those songs on the radio all these years later leaves a warm and fuzzy feeling inside me.
Eventually Mom got a large book of Christmas music. It had most of our favorites from the hymnal and sheet music, plus many more. I would try to keep the Christmas spirit alive throughout the year by playing the songs on my Yamaha keyboard in my bedroom or on the piano we eventually bought to put next to the organ. I never felt right trying to play Christmas songs on the organ. While I was trying to emulate my mother, I knew I could never quite fill her shoes.
Sometimes when I was a kid, it was hard for me to understand why I didn't have a ton of Christmas presents under the tree, like so many of my friends did. Looking back now, as an adult, I think my memories of Christmas are even better. I don't remember many of the material things. Instead, I have images of the Christmas tree that we helped our father decorate. I can still smell the freshly cut pine tree. I love that we were unique in singing around the organ, and later the piano. And I have warm feelings of closeness and love between members of my family.
Published by Andrea Coventry - Featured Contributor in Sports
Andrea Coventry is a Montessori child, now Montessori educator, who seeks to share this educational philosophy with the world. This background, coupled with over 20 years of experience with children of all a... View profile


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Post a CommentGreat memories, love this!
What a wonderful memoir.
I totally know what you mean about not remembering presents, but the family traditions at Christmas time. I can't wait for Christmas this year!