I grew up in an illdyllic little historic town called Basking Ridge. Named for the deer that basked in the sunlight on the ridge. And every Christmas Eve for most of my life, my family and I enjoyed a tradition of crowding around the lit Christmas tree in the center of town with hundreds of other Basking Ridge natives and singing Christmas Carols.
Unlike the other idyllic families,
before we joined the other carolers, we scoured the attic and delved into
closets to find the ugliest hats we could. Lopsided cowboy hats, hideous, wide-brimmed,
80's fashion statement gone awry hats, orange hunting caps complete with ear
flaps - whatever we could find. Then we'd head down to the event, a little
noggy, and sing very loudly.
Our favorite song was "We Three Kings,"
thanks to Ruthie. One year, after a wee bit of wine, she approached the upswing
of "ohOHHH star of wonder, star of night" with such gusto that we mad-hatted
hooligans could only join her in uproar. Which in turn, caused the sober town
natives to turn around and glare at us.
Thus creating a tradition within a tradition.
So, this Christmas, you can be sure that after my dear sister exercises her mixology skills at Happy Hour, there will be some serious wailing of, "ohOHHH star of wonder, star of night."
What's your favorite Christmas carol?
2 years ago