Tuesday, December 13, 2011
I watched "White Christmas" on television tonight. It was the umpteenth time I've seen the Bing Crosby-Danny Kaye Christmas classic, but I can't seem to get enough of its innocent, happy-ending message where love is pure, life is a song, and it snows just in time for Christmas. Mom, Larry and I watched that movie the past two Christmas Eves. We'd gather around the television eating our Christmas Eve dinner before the service at church. We'd end the evening by driving around town to admire the Christmas lights. We have unseasonably warm temperatures and green grass right now. The only hints we have that Christmas is even nearing are the colorful lights decorating lacy, leafless trees and house roof lines. Rain is predicted for tomorrow. If our anticipated precipitation came in the form of snow, the meteorologist said it would equal 10 inches. Admittedly, the warm weather is a welcome break from breathing in winter's chill and cleaning snow off of the car. However, when I hear Bing, Danny, Rosemary Clooney and Vera-Ellen sing "Snow," it sounds so romantic. Instead, I'll hear the words of Bing and Rosemary singing "Counting Your Blessings": "When I'm worried and I can't sleep, I'll count my blessings instead of sheep...." And I'll think of those very special Christmas Eves when Mom, Larry and I celebrated together.