'09 Holiday Reflections

So, I was busy putting out fire after fire at work, one of which being adding a little visual flair to some original holiday jingles that will be debuted tomorrow at the holiday party, when I had a flashback to singing Christmas carols with my mother and my sister Traci. I don’t think I’ve done that with anybody else. I mean, the memory is so vivid. The only thing in the townhouse giving off light is the Christmas tree, us huddled on the couch with my mother leading us in the singing. Thinking back on it, that’s the type of memory I never want to lose, for everything that it represents, y’know? My mother was so genuinely happy, and as a child, I didn’t get it. But she was sharing a tradition with us that we could pass on to ours.

I always liked the carols, but they weren’t that big of a deal to me really. But my mother is the reason why “The Little Drummer Boy” has such a soft spot in my heart. Here I can barely remember the words, but the melody, and my mother’s voice, ring perfectly in my ears even now. I hope that I’m blessed enough to have that: to be able to hold my children close, huddled in the darkness with festive lights (I’m not really into tree as an adult), and revel in the closeness of family. To know they’re mine for all time, even when they grow older and start living their own lives. My mother…singing Christmas carols on Christmas eve, is my magic memory for the holidays; the one that warms my heart and makes me smile.

On another note, I seriously hope Joaqin Phoenix isn’t trying to catch up with his brother River Phoenix. This interview was a bit weird. Dave was a bit of an ass for doing that though—it was funny, but he could have held it down and done the interview straight (which may have been just as funny).