After several seconds of deep thought and two glasses of wine, I've decided upon a favorite holiday song.
It's something that I planned to do every year but I always put it off. Well, planning is overstating my intention. It's more, I hear a song, sing along and think, is this my favorite holiday song?
Favorite holiday song competition is fierce. I mean, there's "Mister Heatmeister", "Frosty the Snowman", "Santa Claus is Coming to Town", "Randolph the Red Nosed Reindeer", "Jingle Bells", "White Christmas". Good stuff.
However, after fifty-six years of competition, Andy Williams' cover of "The Most Wonderful Time of The Year" has won the title as my favorite holiday song.
I know, Andy's song wasn't out fifty-six years ago. His entry joined the competition in 1963. I don't know if I heard it that year. I was seven. I probably did. Mom is a big Andy Williams fan.
It won my favorite song competition because it captures the season's essence, or at least the intended essence. Doesn't always work out. Those visits home can be brutal.
But most of us start planning this season with the thought, what can we do to make it a success? Remembering the best, we try to emulate and recapture the best, and set time aside to make it special. Where can we go, who do we want to be with, what do we want to give others? What can we do to make others happy?
We make special foods, send special cards and make extra phone calls and decorate our houses. We sit and sing and smile and laugh and practice those human traits shuttered away throughout most of our year. We give money and energy to others less fortunate, and take more time to think of them and try to make a difference.
Yes, we do some bad stuff, too, or it appears we do. We really don't know. What's given today may be a future favorite memory. We don't know which gift that will be.
Well, some of us know it won't be certain gifts received. Like, that summer sausage given to me, part of the Hickory Farms Gift Box. Yes, I remember it but it's not my favorite gift.
So what. It's a good memory. I don't know what you were thinking when you bought it. That's part of the memory, trying to understand what...you...were...thinking. I ate the cheese and sausage, and I laugh remembering it.
So, happy holidays. Like Andy sings, or sang, It's a most wonderful time of the year.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com