Children, Christmas

Sleigh Ride

Pops 002 Just hear those sleigh bells jingling,ring ting tingling, too.

Come on, it's lovely weatherfor a sleigh ride together with you.

Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling "yoo hoo."

Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you.

Yesterday I went to Beantown to get my Christmas present from Snowman. He made me the happiest Mama Bird ever by taking me to the Boston Pops Holiday Concert!!!

And yes, that was our actual view. I asked if he had to make someone disappear to get us these seats. He was curiously silent on the subject.

Our cheeks are nice and rosy and comfy cozy are we.

We're snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be.

Let's take that road before us and sing a chorus or two.

Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you.

The weather in the real world was snowy, as it turned out, so I came up out of the T to a Winter Wonderland. I was as happy as a little girl, really, when we met at Snowman's dorm. Going to the Boston Pops is literally a lifelong dream for me. My parents loved watching the Pops, and I have clear memories of the Arthur Fiedler, Evening at Pops era. 

There's a birthday partyat the home of Farmer Gray

It'll be the perfect ending a of perfect day

We'll be singing the songswe love to sing without a single stop

At the fireplace while we watch the chestnuts pop. pop! pop! pop!

It's absolutely the truth that if they had played nothing but "Sleigh Ride" for two hours, I would have been completely delighted.

Here's me, happy at Symphony Hall.

Pops 005 There's a happy feeling nothing in the world can buy

When they pass around the coffee and the pumpkin pie

It'll nearly be like a picture print by Currier and Ives

These wonderful things are the things we remember all through our lives!

And I will remember this.

Conductor Keith Lockhart told us the story of "Sleigh Ride," composed specially for the Pops. "Accept no subtitutes," he told us after we cheered the orchestra until the trumpets rose triumphant for their bow.

From the opening measures to the trumpet whinny, with stops along the way for wood blocks hooves and whip cracks, I smiled so broadly my face almost hurt. 

And in this year when I wondered where my Christmas spirit would come from, Snowman and the Boston Pops made an express delivery.

Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring ting tingling too

Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling "yoo hoo,"

Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you.

Pops 012 



Children, Mothering, reverb10

Moment — #reverb10 day 3

Here's the third prompt for #reverb10:

Moment. Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors).

Laundry bag The car pulled up in the driveway on a Tuesday afternoon in August, the summer air the kind that feels good on your skin. All summer communication failed between us. He lost one phone when things flew out of a convertible, then broke the go phone replacement. He finally had a new phone, but packed the charger deep in the trunk of a small car full of four kids' summer luggage. I held back from running to him, waited for him to get out. He unfolded himself from the crowded back seat; his face appeared over the top of the car, a broad, lopsided smile shining as he met my eye.

The words in my head were scattered: alive, home, love, happy. The kids with him didn't know me, but their goofy expressions told me they understood. My boy, so nearly dead, had lived and returned home, and no one who heard him tell the story could doubt the wonder of it. He had to learn how to hug, this one, but on that day we hugged a summer's worth, a life's long.

Then I met the others, learned their names, shook hands, got his things out of the car. He seemed to have nothing but laundry bags. He had to explain it to me. The suitcase did not survive the accident. 

(This is my worst nightmare for a writing prompt, to be assigned detail. Ugh. I am aware of emotional details and the physical things that point to them, but rarely the other way around.)