On Sunday, my mother and I went to a friend of mine's Christmas concert. It was a choir concert with several different choirs partaking. It was busy, and it was full. People of all ages were there to enjoy a little Christmas Spirit.
The choirs came up in groups and sang a few carols each. Some carols were the familiar ones of old, and there were others that were... less familiar. Either way, it was Christmas all around and the singing was excellent. The choirs had the opportunity to sing on their own, and then they came together to sing for us.
With everyone listening to the choirs we were starting to feel Christmassy, at this time, the choir director told us that we were to get up and join in the singing. We stood, and the words for the carols were displayed on a screen. We sang.
It was mid-way through the carols that we heard a voice beside us. It was a gentleman who appeared to be faced with his own challenges. He could not see the screen, and he could not read the words. But, there he was singing. He knew the words. All of them.
His internalization of Christmas is a true exhibition of the Christmas Spirit. He did not need the words. They were Christmas carols and he knew them by heart. I cannot claim that I knew the carols by heart, but, then again, I am not claiming that I am a great example of Christmas Spirit. Just a heathen, happy to be basked upon by that Spirit, from time to time...
Below: An interesting version of a song sung at the concert...
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